Here I am, one short week later, with only two lonely books left unsold.
Do you notice how I wrote that in a completely calm and chill tone? Like, whatever, I don’t really care either way. Pshhh. No big deal.
Haha. Yeah. Don’t be fooled, because inside I’m beaming. Beaming. Or screaming. I guess that depends on the moment you ask, because honestly, this week has been something of a roller coaster. But I feel like a wee bit of inner personal angst was to be expected once I finally took the leap and offered my book up for … Continue reading
Today’s post is supposed to be another recipe, and I even made it so far as making the actual dish, but then…we ate it. Without getting any pictures, or typing up a recipe, or drafting up a post. And honestly, I can’t even feel bad about that because I’ve been hopelessly, terrifically preoccupied with…”the book.” My book. The book that I started back in the autumn of 2012 and somehow, through a crazy twist of events, ended up completing only now–with more than its fair share of tears, sweat and desperate prayers.
If I’d had any idea when I started … Continue reading