Just The Sound of It

I did so much today. Went to Hendersonville and ran a bunch of errands, came so close to finishing up the squares, wrote my Pith post, read Lauren Oliver’s Rooms (Didn’t really like it.), and contemplated whether I should join the SFWA or try to get another qualifying sale so that I can join as a full member. But what if I never get another qualifying sale? That would suck.

I should be in bed, but instead I’m contemplating whether I feel much like a writer.

I’ve had a really nice few days here. It kind of amazes me what just having a little extra money means. The luxury of not having to decide which things at Target you don’t really need that bad.