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Y'know, aside from the occasional crippling boredom, I could get used to not working. Well, and the guilt of not bringing any money in. I have issues with that, too. But that's why I'm doing the Reiki practice. I figure that if I can get a few clients, it'll be all good. 10 clients a week would be awesome. That's kinda my starting goal. If in 6-9 months I can be doing that, it'd be awesome.
Spending our last morning house-sitting. I'll miss having somewhere to go to when the family starts to drive us crazy.
Did a puppy run last night. Pictures to come of the little booger. OMG, so cute. Little five pound pug mix named Corky. He snorgled right into Jess' boobs and slept the whole way. We had the honor of taking him to his new home, which are the best transports. His new mama took one look and was in love. So, that was our warm fuzzy for the day.
Today, it's all housekeeping, cleaning up after ourselves, etc. Whoo.
I've been debating on whether or not to address the meme, but what it boils down to is that I don't give a fuck. I would link to Neil Gaiman's "George R. Martin Is Not Your Bitch" rant, but it would be too much trouble.
What I will say, however, is that every single story we WIP has an ending. Many of them have the plot worked out chapter by chapter. And eventually, they'll be finished. In the meantime, feel free to PM me if you have questions about any of them. It's not like it's any great secret.
I love all of our commenters, and anyone who has ever said that they enjoyed a story, and I am eternally grateful to all of them. I have many of them bookmarked for bad days. It's been a really shitty couple of years, and both Jess and my writing time has diminished. Now that I'm laid off, I have all the time...but also all of the depression attached with losing a job of 15 years with little warning. Right now, I write when I'm able, and I write what comes to me, whether it's another WIP, or some work on older stuff. I'd say that I wouldn't post another WIP, but really, it's WIP, or I never post. Until someone's willing to pay me for a deadline, that's how it is.
*shrug*
Spending our last morning house-sitting. I'll miss having somewhere to go to when the family starts to drive us crazy.
Did a puppy run last night. Pictures to come of the little booger. OMG, so cute. Little five pound pug mix named Corky. He snorgled right into Jess' boobs and slept the whole way. We had the honor of taking him to his new home, which are the best transports. His new mama took one look and was in love. So, that was our warm fuzzy for the day.
Today, it's all housekeeping, cleaning up after ourselves, etc. Whoo.
I've been debating on whether or not to address the meme, but what it boils down to is that I don't give a fuck. I would link to Neil Gaiman's "George R. Martin Is Not Your Bitch" rant, but it would be too much trouble.
What I will say, however, is that every single story we WIP has an ending. Many of them have the plot worked out chapter by chapter. And eventually, they'll be finished. In the meantime, feel free to PM me if you have questions about any of them. It's not like it's any great secret.
I love all of our commenters, and anyone who has ever said that they enjoyed a story, and I am eternally grateful to all of them. I have many of them bookmarked for bad days. It's been a really shitty couple of years, and both Jess and my writing time has diminished. Now that I'm laid off, I have all the time...but also all of the depression attached with losing a job of 15 years with little warning. Right now, I write when I'm able, and I write what comes to me, whether it's another WIP, or some work on older stuff. I'd say that I wouldn't post another WIP, but really, it's WIP, or I never post. Until someone's willing to pay me for a deadline, that's how it is.
*shrug*
