and I'm awake, waiting for the husband to return from London. An international flight, a missed connection...need I say more? Ray Bradbury called this time the hour of monsters. It's when you're awake at three a.m. that your dreams are all nightmares, your troubles are insurmountable, your self-esteem is non-existent. Something about the middle of the night magnifies every thought into an overwhelming issue you will never survive. In the morning you laugh at yourself because nothing you thought about at three a.m. is nearly as bad as you believed then.
But now it's three a.m., and the monsters attack. What if I'll never sell another book? What if my students are horrible this year? What if I'm ruining my kids' lives? What if my kids are lying to me? What if the house never stops leaking and collapses? What if ...
And now he garage door has opened and my husband has arrived home from the airport and one monster has been vanquished.
--Gabi
What I'm reading now:
Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azir Nafisi
On the Way to the Wedding by Julia Quinn
A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray
About Me
- Gabi Stevens
- A mild-mannered (hah!) romance writer with a taste for adventure and humor. And a wicked addiction to books.
2 comments:
Hey Gabi,
Boy, sure is true about those 3 a.m monsters. Though their visits were much more plentiful in college and grad school, I still hear from them from time to time these days.
Glad you DH got home safely. :-)
Hey, you shoulda told him to call! Or better yet you should have come with him. Mine just left for the States.
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