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There's an episode of the Simpsons where the teachers at the local elementary school go on strike, giving Bart and Lisa a protracted holiday. As you might imagine, Bart revels in the time off, but little Lisa quickly goes into a decline.

"Grade me!" she begs her mother. "Look at me...evaluate and rank me! Oh, I'm good, good, good, and oh so smart! Grade me!"

I'm having a Lisa Simpson moment.

I sent my fourth book, Legalese, off to my agent on Friday. Since then, I've cleaned my house. I've read Goodnight, Gorilla umpteen times to Sam. I've spent waaaaaay too much time playing my new computer game, Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor (shut up, it's harder than it sounds). I've filed my nails down to little stubs. I've crawled around on my hands and knees scrubbing the wall trim clean.

I'm not good at waiting. And waiting for the verdict on a new book? I'm even worse at that.

Yesterday I gave in, and started outlining my next book.

When I told George, he said, "You don't really believe in the concept of time off, huh?"

Um, no. Apparently not.

Posted 10 August 2005 at 05:40 PM