So my sad personal issue has resolved itself, only to be replaced by others, but that’s fine. Such is life. What are you gonna do? It is what it is. How many other stupid platitudes can I fit here before I start hating myself?
I’m out and about with the hubs today. I have freelance work to do. I’m trying to save up to get a Freewrite Travel, because it’s a waste of $350 but I want one so, so badly.
I don’t know why it’s so easy for me to sit down and do freelance but not sit down and work on my book. Probably because one pays money and the other pays in despair and disappointment.