notebook by twoguitars
"Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money."Today was gorgeous. Perfect. I wanted to hug a weatherman. Unfortunately, the sunshine damaged my work ethic. I took a lovely long break around midday, walked to the newly renovated library about a half hour away, convinced myself not to take out every single book, took a few photos of my not-all-that-pretty neighborhood, and meandered home two hours later.~ Jules Renard
I did get enough writing done to make the day financially worth it, but it felt a little labored. By the time I sent off my invoice, I was ready to reward myself with piles and piles of nutritional greatness.
Try Kath's Kale Chips, folks. You will never look at kale the same way again. I will probably die of a Vitamin K overdose now. Yeah, my once leafy-green-packed fridge is now empty.
My window is open. I am not cold.
It has been a good day.