Two days ago I was desperately sewing dinner napkins for my Etsy shop and starting to panic about paying bills. Today I am a Lady of Leisure. Philip’s current workplace made him a counter offer to get him to stay with them and they actually offered him what he asked for. Which means that I can become a full time writer.
The relief I feel is incredible. The stress I have been feeling for ages, that has felt bottomless and crushing, is lifted.
Life is so weird. I’m not closing up my sweatshop operations because we still owe thousands to the IRS and it’s not like Philip is making so much that we’re on easy street. In fact, he’s basically just made up for what I earned at my last job. Which allowed us to be paying bills and go out to dinner once a week and buy shoes when needed. Which is really all I ask for. Also – our rent is going to go up significantly if what we’re trying to work out with the house situation really works out. So in order to ever get ahead we need to pay off the IRS.
My plan is to do a bunch of sewing in the next couple of months, use up some of my stores of fabric, make cool stuff and hopefully sell it. Once I reach my goal of paying off the IRS I will stop sewing. But I will still do cards with my anonymous card service and I will make booklets and a few other things like that. While doing this I will set aside time to work on the next Cricket and Grey but it will be part time until I stop sewing for the store. Then I will set myself full time writing hours.
This is my dream.
THIS IS MY DREAM COMING TRUE.
Jesus! I’m actually going to be able to devote myself to writing novels.
Seeing as how the universe has just handed me my dream – I guess I better take it off of probation.
As a side note – I think it’s funny how I always talk about “the universe” as though it is a being with feelings and opinions just like people talk about God. But I don’t actually believe the universe is a being of any kind. Honest, I don’t. I truly don’t believe in higher powers. But it does make it easier to deal with life’s vicissitudes if you can blame your whiplash on someone or something. It makes it easier to talk about and definitely more fun.
Wouldn’t it be funny to write a novel about modern woman suddenly stuck in a historical romance novel? It would be similar to Lost in Austen in concept but instead of getting trapped in a well written classic novel it would be a cheesy bodice ripper novel where men are menacing and mysterious and say stupid stuff and make sexy poses all the time.
Well, it’s time to get this day going and do some sewing and stay out of the heat and start my life as a full time writer.