Well, for those of you reading this who have been hammering away at this writing life as I have, you know I have just made the understatment of the century. The work it took to get here should not be diminished by my nonchanlance, I suppose. It's just very hard not to sit back and grin. I am by no means the next Jackie Collins, or on my way to work for the Post, but it's nice to be able to sit back and say, "I'm a writer."
I love to tell people I have not seen in some time I am a freelance writer. Most people give me this look that says, "Wow. I wasn't aware you can read." I love to then say, "Yes, a real one. That gets paid. Money. For writing," which is usually how far I get before they stop looking astounded. Let's hope I have enough time to stick with the blog for a while. I get tired of disappointing myself.
And, as always, I like to make muhself laugh with the song.