Why God invented coffee

I underestimated myself. I didn't think I could do it. And three nights ago, I write a blog post but forgot to hit publish because I was too crazy busy with the proposal Juliette insisted I have ready for The National Latino Writer's Conference.

I haven't pulled this many all-nighters since I was in college.

It's 2 a.m. and I should be sleeping. But instead, I'm wide awake after taking my editor's tweaks on my proposal for Baby F(ph)at and plugging them into my original document. There's more to do, of course, but at the rate I'm going I may actually finish before my projected deadline (which had me printing the whole thing out minutes before running out of the house to catch my plane this week.)

So what's the point of this post? I'll tell ya.

My father--who worked two jobs for most of his adult life--used to always tell me, "I'll sleep when I'm dead, kid." My version of Dad's life slogan?

"I'll sleep when I'm published. Maybe."

Because lemme tell ya...there's a hole lotta work that goes into this Getting Famous thing. Here's hoping it's all worth it in the end.

I started working on my proposal on March 28 and officially finished it yesterday, May 14, at about 5 in the evening with the help of my wonderously awesomesauce editor who is totally getting an acknowledgment page mention when I am famous because she totally rocks.

And then I celebrated by doing nothing. No blogging. No computer time. I just sat down and watched mindless wedding-themed reality TV shows with my mom for a few hours for the first time in months.

I still have 8 chapters of my book to finish, but that doesn't scare me anymore. I mean, really...what would after the hardest book report I'm ever going to write?