I want to work on my novel. They want me to buy Christmas presents. And wrap Christmas presents. And think about food for Christmas. And pack to leave town for Christmas.
But Vangie Street is stuck on the runway. She keeps taking a knee—is she Teebowing? Will anyone even remember that phrase in five years?—and popping up like toast. She grins, she prays, she pivots, she bunny-hops. I cannot get it right.
The novel is written. I’m revising. This is the opening scene. Did I mention I can’t get it right?
This year, Christmas is just gonna have to wait until I can get Vangie off the runway.
Remember: You Cain’t Do Nothing with Love