Repeat performance

Ah, Brad. You've become such a nurturing soul.

Still sexy, obviously. But your very *hotness* isn't what makes the tabloids these days, but rather your commitment to Angelina and your nine (?) children.

I can understand.

In the past, you've shepherded my babies along as well. I love how you guided Cait to a deeper sense of her role. And Jagger is grateful you've taught her how to properly fire her weapon. Alas, Aeryn is still hanging out on construction sites, but seems to be staying out of trouble. You'd be impressed with Avery's new stilettos.

You see, something magical happened in that week you took on the role of muse avatar. I wrote a record number of words - one day topping the 35-page mark. You even managed to coax me into Genius Mode, where I stayed for the entire five days.

I'll be honest Brad, I need a repeat performance.

I'm on deadline again - you know how I procrastinate - and to make things more complex, I've added a couple more children to my brood. I'd love for you to meet them. After, of course, you help Cait become...unstuck.

I think she's in limbo.

She's had to change - again - and she's resisting. You remember how stubborn she can be, right? But you were able to crack her once.

So I'm asking for this favour in hopes you can do it again. Just one more week of your time. Consider it another chance to demonstrate your excellent parenting skills.

Please?

Oh - and I know this goes outside the boundaries of muse avatar, but my throat is still killing me, my head is pounding, and my tummy feels unsettled. I could use a bit of nurturing myself... I'm sure Angie won't mind. She seems like the understanding type.

The Book In My Bag Today: Savor the Moment, Nora Roberts