Super super day I’m flyin’ high, which makes, I guess, the ground so very very far below me.
Ordered Storyspace.
Felt good about encouraging a writer to write. A good writer, one that should be writing.
Made a customer happy with her framed needlework. Also let her say "damn fool" without a shred of guilt. Not in my shop.
Ordered Storyspace.
Made a decision on my creative output realizing that I can’t be a team all by myself. Writing’s where it’s at, at least for me, and that cuts out a lot of graphics programs that I overwhelmed myself to learn. Still got ’em. But it’s a wanna rather than a hafta scene. Alice is a wanna. Adobe the same.
A downer: a coach’s jacket to be framed. Columbine High.
Back up again in my best imitation of bipolar, minus glee that might push towards a schizophrenic label: large shrimp in the freezer. Maybe cajun shrimp tonight.
And yes, I ordered Storyspace which brands me in my own mind a spongeworthy writer.
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You make me smile and you are encouraging. What a friend and what a writer. I feel your mood. How I would love to see your shop.Writing is where it’s at. :o)