I called in sick to work today.
I wasn't sick.
It is amazing to me how not being at work can make such a huge difference in my attitude. I'm in a great mood today, I washed my bedding and got some cleaning done around the house, and did a lot of crocheting, which I plan to do all weekend, I need to get this last scarf done.
Once the scarf is done, I plan to try to write. I'm torn between a bunch of short stories, all which would be erotica, or one of the many ideas I have for a novel. I really need to focus on this dream. It's a dream I've had since I was about 12, of being a writer. I am pretty sure I could do it, if I would just set down and do it.
And I will, I will do it. Come hell or high water. I have to at least try.