...is the song Cal's listening to most, these days. Selena Gomez, his fave pop idol. She has good taste in songs, as does he, IMHO. (He's also figured out that the chord progression of that song mimics that of "From Now On," from The Greatest Showman, as well as part of Maroon 5's "Payphone," his almost constant go-to. We sang a version of "From Now On" together before his choir practice this week, with him accompanying me and himself on piano, and I sang an a cappella version of "Lose You To Love Me" to call people back from break during MY choir practice. It goes 'round and 'round.)
Otherwise, I made some hopefully smart business decisions this week that I can't talk about yet, and one again had reason to thank Whoever that I'm on anti-anxiety meds during one particular email exchange with Nancy Baker, who's taken over CZP's business correspondence for the nonce. It was the sort of thing that would've made me fly right the hell off the handle, back in the day--an opportunity for true foot-shooting, or at least for shooting off my mouth (over the Internet). Didn't do either, just made some calls and went: "Huh, interesting. No, I think I'll pass." And this too is part of today's email.
Now I need to write a response to the BBC/Netflix Dracula, because I promised I would. And is this making you any money, Gemma? No, Mom, it's not. It's fun, though. Keeps my name in front of the public, too, as my books disappear. And it's better than nothing, as most things usually are.
Three things make a post, yes? Yes.
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