I was drifting off to sleep when my phone alerted me of a text message. Being one who cannot ignore a message once I knew it was there, I groped for my phone in the dark and was suddenly wide awake.
In all caps were these words WHERES UR NOVEL? from my thesis mentor.
I froze.
I tried to think.
Okay, breathe. It would make you think better if you breathe. In. Out. There you go.
So I remembered that sometime immediately after the Vigan trip, I sent The Great One a text message that I'm aiming to provide him a copy of my second draft on the first week of October. It is, of course you know this too, already the last week. Since he didn't reply to that message, a small silly part of my brain continued to hope that maybe he didn't get the message. You know how unreliable these telecom companies are.
So fast-forward to last night. I managed an "Oh no! Um, I'm still revising it, sir. I've decided on changing the pt of view, just as u suggested. Super major rewriting siya."
And because I wasn't sure if he was convinced, I tried again, "I promise to work on it and send u a copy asap. Hehe, promising writer. :)"
Yes, I attempted to be funny. That's what I do when caught in uncomfortable situations.
I didn't lie though. I really am rewriting the whole thing since I'm changing it from the first person to the third person point of view and good god, it's not easy. Then again, if I'm devoting more time to it, it'll probably be almost over by now. So you see where the guilt is coming from.
And don't get me wrong because I need that guilt or else I'd really just sleep the whole day. And I love it that The Great One cares enough to send me an all caps one-liner to ask about the novel. And that's really how he texts. Still rattles me every time: What? Is he shouting at me? Is he mad? Oh no! Oh no! After about a minute of the near-panic wherein I do the breathing exercises, I'd try to be funny. It's a cycle.
So now yes, off I go to change the I's to she's.