Eight days later...

Today rocked. My husband was an amazing man today and bought me a new journal AND Josh Groban's new CD, which, by the way, I am LOVING.

On the writing front I wrote a little over 2,000 words today which is an amazing day for me. Remember my writing goals?
Work day: 500-1000 wds
Off day: 1000 - 1500 wds

I missed writing 2 days this week, but I am back with a vengeance!

Writing is like my Prozac. This is beacuse I don't currently (or ever have) taken Prozac, so instead I write.
Writing is very therapeutic for me. It's the way that I figure out what's going on in my head, and vent to the paper about what's going on. I have all these stories going on in my head that need a place to get out. It's very normal for me to be at work and be working on a conversation in my novel while I'm in the back getting shoes.

So on another train of thought, I'm looking at going back to school full time soon. Hopefully I can get a good job and save up during the spring and summer enough money to go back. Looks like tuition is 2,640 for a year. That's not bad. My major? English, with a teaching emphasis!

Well, I'm off to bed.

Cheers!
L Finch