Special Winter Weather Advisory
It's Friday and snowing and I'm here at my computer in my pajamas watching Stargate and drinking all of the coffee because my coworkers are nice people and I did not want to accidentally murder them with my directionless and probably entirely hormonal wrath. Also, did you see that I said it's SNOWING, or more accurately, wintery mixing, and yeah, no. I don't mind admitting that, while sometimes I can pull on my big girl pants and get out the door with my head held high, I couldn't handle it today. Defeated by snow and hormones, it's totally true.
I did something I've never done before last night, and it was to talk with completely sincerity about myself as a writer to a stranger. I met with a financial planner, because we've almost paid down our last credit card and I want a financial PLAN, so that I'm not just stuffing money into random places and then crossing my fingers that we don't have another expensive emergency home repair anytime soon. (Spoiler: we will, because, that's owning a house.) Anyway, the point is, I had to vocalize my goals and I told this woman that I was a writer, that I intended to make a small and inconsistent income from publishing books, and that ultimately I wanted that to be my primary profession. And she took me seriously. It was amazing.
The snow/rain combo seems to be winding down, but it's still grey as a vintage sweater button out there and I do not regret my decision to take a stand against, you know, having to leave the house. Now, to pretend to be Vala Mal Doran and attempt to conquer the universe make good on those claims and get some writing done this morning.
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I did something I've never done before last night, and it was to talk with completely sincerity about myself as a writer to a stranger. I met with a financial planner, because we've almost paid down our last credit card and I want a financial PLAN, so that I'm not just stuffing money into random places and then crossing my fingers that we don't have another expensive emergency home repair anytime soon. (Spoiler: we will, because, that's owning a house.) Anyway, the point is, I had to vocalize my goals and I told this woman that I was a writer, that I intended to make a small and inconsistent income from publishing books, and that ultimately I wanted that to be my primary profession. And she took me seriously. It was amazing.
The snow/rain combo seems to be winding down, but it's still grey as a vintage sweater button out there and I do not regret my decision to take a stand against, you know, having to leave the house. Now, to pretend to be Vala Mal Doran and attempt to conquer the universe make good on those claims and get some writing done this morning.
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