So very, very early this morning the phone rang. It was my (fictional) boyfriend George Clooney.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: What?!?
George: Oooh, someone’s not a morning person.
Me: Please tell me you’re trapped under a boulder somewhere and you’re calling me for help, because if you’re just calling at five a.m. to say hi–
George: Hi.
Me: Hi back.
George: So how’s GG4 going?
Me: First act is finished. The other acts are getting there.
George: So what’s it called?
Me: No comment.
George: When’s it coming out?
Me: Don’t know.
George: Where are you going on tour?
Me: Someplace where you get to sleep past five a.m.
George: That place does not exist on tour.
Me: Oh. Yeah. That’s right.
George: Are you excited for Heist Society?
Me: Excited. Terrified. I can’t really tell the difference anymore.
George: Why would you be terrified? Heist is my favorite of your books so far!
Me: Me too. That’s what terrifies me.
George: That’s crazy.
Me: I never claimed to be sane.
George: So what are you doing today?
Me: Well, I bought this pineapple the other day, and I think I’d probably better cut it up sometime soon.
George: No, really? What are you doing today?
Me: Seriously. That pineapple is mocking me. I need to get on that. And Act 2. So much to do to act 2.
George: Which has better odds of getting done?
Me: (long pause) It’s a toss-up.
Have a great day, everyone!
-Ally