You may be wondering what I've decided on a few writing things I've mentioned recently. If you haven't, well, I'm going to tell you anyway. Look at it as food for thought in your own writing life - as I hope you do with all of the things I peck out here on the blog.
So, first off we have NaNoWriMo since it's the biggest fish in November's pond. I actually pondered it harder this year than I ever have before. Let's face it, the whole concept is intimidating. I normally just give it 2 or 3 seconds of lunatic optimism and allow my reality to kill the idea. This year, I actually gave it a couple of weeks. The outcome was the same. I came to my senses and decided to sit it out and cheer those who do participate on from the sidelines. Sure, I have this vague dream of at least making a valiant attempt to finish this novel I'm working on before December rolls around, but honestly, I'm not going to be upset if I don't. Instead, I'm going to use this month to do what I always do: focus on Thanksgiving and the Christmas season, and on how I can make both special for my family. The book will be finished when it is finished and not a second more. That may be this year, or next, or never. I'm okay with that. (This may be why I'm not some big name in the writing world.) Also, I'm still pondering a serialized romance writing website and the fact that I'll need yet another pen name if I decide to move ahead with it. I'm not big on writing romance, and even less big on writing the kind of "romance" that sells these days. I don't really want either my real name or this pen name attached to that option. (Apologies romance readers out there. It is what it is and I am who I am.) Still, I could use the income. So, if I can find a way to make a little extra money without compromising my principals and while producing a story that I would actually want to read, I may move ahead on that. It is (in my opinion) at least 3 steps up from writing for a content farm - which I've done and hated with the deep seated loathing I normally reserve for cleaning up cat puke before I've had my tea in the morning. My garden is closed out aside from a few butternut squash that may or may not ripen in my little UV light infused greenhouse. My Christmas shopping is all but finished. I am currently (yes, I know it's November) working on decorating the house for the Christmas. Cooking and baking season are hovering in the very near future. I'm hopeful that some words will find their way to the paper during these busy days. And if they don't? Well, January is closer than we all want to admit and winter is an excellent time to write.
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Why? Why? For the love of all that is decent in this world, WHY do we do this in NOVEMBER?
For those of you who aren't familiar, the goal of NaNoWriMo is to write or rewrite 50,000 words in 30 days. That is roughly 1,667 words each day, seven days each week, for every week that November has to offer. NOVEMBER! You know, that month were many of us celebrate Thanksgiving with a huge meal that often requires multiple days of preparation to pull off - in a house that needs to be clean enough to host those that we've invited to help eat said display of bounty. Followed by the strange ritual of Black Friday shopping. (For the record, I do not participate in this. I worked in retail far too long to even be mildly tempted. My shopping is done aside from stocking stuffers. I get that nonsense out of the way in October so I'm not a cranky Grinch from November 1st until January.) So, let's revise our math and knock off 5 days from that 30 day count which leaves us with 2,000 words per day for every other day November claims as its own. Now, if you happen to be lucky like me, you can work those words onto the paper at whatever time you can carve out of your no-job-having day, but let's face it, I'm an anomaly in our career minded culture. Most people have a job that actually provides them with a pay check and a work schedule. They get to put in a full day in their chosen field, then come home and demand inspiration to gift them with the next 2,000 word chunk of the story. Oh, and you're supposed to eat, and bathe, and still represent the human race by interacting appropriately with others while you're doing all of this. It's a recipe for disaster. It's like a bunch of writers got together on 1/2 Halloween candy day (Nov. 1st), reached the pinnacle of the sugar rush - maybe chucked in some alcohol, too, and said, "Hey! I've got this awesome idea! How would you all like to be able to plead insanity when you ruin next month's office Christmas party or burn the house down with your light display? Sound good? All we need to do is prod each other into writing those novels we've been yammering on about for the past 20 years before December 1st rolls around!" Why not January? I mean we'd all have the benefit of lousy weather, an extra 24 hours, and the lunatic optimism that we will keep our New Year's Resolutions. Sure, some of us might kick it off a little hung over, but that's reasonably normal in the writing world. Plus, all the hubbub of the holidays would be finished and tucked into the "All the reasons I should let guilt eat me alive this year" file. January just makes more sense all the way around. But no...no, we picked November. Sounds like self-sabotage in the making to me. And yet... ...Lord help me, here I am, looking at my half finished 2nd novel in this series and saying: hmmm...so, if I sign up, I could get the rough draft finished and get a good chunk of the massive rewrite this monster needs finished. Not only on time, but EARLY. I mean, on a good writing day, 2,000 words isn't hard for me. I know where the story is going and approximately how it's getting there. How hard could it really be? It's just a matter of scribbling the words across the page then typing them up...maybe...maybe, this is the year to participate... ...or maybe I'll just give the house a really good deep cleaning since it has reached critical mass in the dust department. That'll take at least most of the month (have I ever mentioned that I have a log house and how much "fun" it is to clean?) and result in something tangible to show off, too. Hmmm... Decisions, decisions. I'm not going to lie to you, I've been all kinds of in my own way creatively lately. It makes my output suffer just as much as my mood. Funny how those two things are tied together, isn't it? I'm working on the log jam, trying to sort out the flotsam and jetsam blocking my path, or at least find a way to pick through it all so I can move forward. My "break" has extended into the uncomfortable zone. It's like the end of the vacation where you are torn between wanting the comfort of your own home and also wanting desperately to remember the feeling of that first day in a new place where you had nothing pressing you needed to do.
Creativity can be problematic this way. So, during my "break" I cleaned my dry erase board with it's list of things I want to accomplish before my next birthday. That is a little over eight months away. There is still time to make the three things on my list happen but I felt that I needed the blank slate so I could really ponder if/how my priorities have changed since I originally wrote it five months ago. I've also misplaced my scheduling notebook. Oh, it's around here somewhere lurking in some pile or other waiting to let me know I'm not where I intended to be right now. I figure I'll find it when it's time to find it. It's waiting to sneer at me until my brain is ready to get out of neutral and start moving forward again. It's waiting for me to be ready to WORK instead of just piddle around with projects. Which brings me to my current state of mind. I need a dragon standing guard at my door. Preferably that dragon will collect stories, art, and craft projects while also successfully sharing them with the world. A dragon named...Sid. Yes, Sid will work just fine. Sid will be in charge of ushering me into my work zone and keeping me on task for a specified amount of time. There will be demands to see the progress made each day before I am allowed out for more than essential tasks like tea refills, potty breaks, and the creation of dinner - which Sid will also oversee to ensure that I haven't just slapped something together with no love of the process involved. Sid will call me on my bs-filled claims that I need to rearrange things before I can get the work done, and will also have the magical ability to block all the internet distractions that suck time into the void. Oh yes, I need Sid. I could also use Sid's smaller and more nippy cousin. Let's call that one Clementine. Her job is to not let me start a new project until the one I'm working on is done. You would be simply amazed at how many partially formed creations I have floating around. I've got the squirrels beat, hands down, with little stored up treasures that lie forgotten in hidden nooks in this house. Clementine could help rectify this embarrassing situation...and be in charge of my schedule. Yeah, that would be a definite help. So, if you know any dragons that want a job, send them my way. They will just have to work for the occasional pat on the head (just like I do) until I figure out how to successfully sell the manifestations they help me bring into the world. Yep, it's been a minute, but I'm back. No, it wasn't some fancy vacation or emergency that pulled me away. It was a bout of what I think of as "Book Release Postpartum Blues" related to my alter ego releasing Boo! last month. What's that, you ask? Well, it is the self-publisher's mental reaction to the turmoil of sending a new book out into the world. I have heard that it can also afflict the traditionally published and all other types of creatives when they finish a project that is close to their heart or has occupied a large amount of their time and effort.
Symptoms are wide and varied. Mine typically begin with an extreme feeling of relief that I have finally reached the "finish line" with the project. This feeling is catastrophically short lived because of the realization that I'm now responsible for the book's existence in the world. That means I need to work on promotion...which is not my strong suit. That thought leads to second guessing every single aspect of the book. The downward spiral begins there and goes something like this: Could I have worked harder on the illustrations? Maybe I should have used watercolors...or bit the bullet and gone with strictly digital art. I mean, that's all the rage these days and it does provide a smoother image, doesn't it? Why do I even attempt hand drawn art anymore? Why do I draw/paint/etc. at all? I mean, look at all those people out there with so much more talent than I have. There's no way I can compete with that! Is the cover going to attract any good attention? Is it cute enough? Will parents pass it over because it's not (insert adjective here) enough? Will kids see it and move on to something brighter, or scarier (since it's a ghost story)? Why didn't I (insert any number of ideas here...then insert a few more)? Are people secretly laughing over my attempt to share my work? Will they even notice? How many eye rolls are currently taking place because I am taking up valuable space on their social media news feeds with book announcements that are delaying their ability to connect to cat videos and political mayhem? I'm just clogging up the works with another pain in the butt "buy me" thing to scroll past. Heck, did the algorithm detect the post and just squash it from the get-go because "how dare I? not inject money into their ad creator?" Why do I do this? It's never going to get me anywhere. (Insert anyone's name who ever said anything even mildly negative about my art/writing) always said I was going to be a huge flop and that I'd be lucky to sell my work for pocket change. I should just stop trying. This writing thing is a pointless waste of my time. I need to take up cleaning as my hobby. That at least would produce some real, tangible results. We could convert my office into a guest room - that no one will ever use - after I get rid of all this crap that I have crammed in here. I could give it all to some actual artist who deserves to be able to use it... ...and so on. Ugly, isn't it? Ugly, self-sabotaging, and not nearly as true as it sounds when it's bouncing around in my head. It also takes a little while to wrestle into submission. I've learned to take a necessary break once the spiral begins. I've also learned to just let the nonsense yammer itself out while I do other things. The self-doubt will pass. The love of what I do will shine through all of those dark and nasty mental storm clouds. It's just a matter of time, and a need to not take the awful thoughts running around in my brain too seriously. They are only warty little anxiety gremlins in golf cleats trying to ruin my joy, and they'll tire themselves out before long. That creative well inside me is busy filling back up while the storm rages. Once it's past, I'll have a lot more inspiration to draw from. I'm nearing the end of all of the emotional shenanigans now, and more than a little happy that it's only taken a couple of weeks. I feel rested from the break, and things around the house have benefited from my "time off". I've started writing again, and I've been getting ready to start on a long overdue piece of art for a friend. In other words, life is good. I hope yours is, too. Pardon the delay in this week's post. My nicer side was in an epic battle with Kindle Direct Publishing involving a picture book. (See, photo where my alter ego is listed as illustrator and my awesome husband received story credit.) "Inspirational" may not be the right word to describe the event, although I really wish it was. Then again, it did inspire me to dedicate this week's blog to it all, so there is that. To tell you that I have never had a harder time uploading a picture book to the Amazon platform doesn't really do this past week justice. We are talking probably two dozen sets of file changes and uploads to get this thing to pass. At worst, I've had to make a change or two and re-upload once or twice to get the other books where I wanted them. The entire process has had me so frustrated even the cats are avoiding my office right now. BUT, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Supposedly all is well with the book now. I'm not announcing it until I have the proof in my hand and verify that they aren't just fibbing to make me go away. There is a moral to this story, though. If you want something bad enough, you will find a way to make it happen. Also, patience and perseverance are just as important as inspiration in the creative process. Love what you do, peeps, even the parts of it that drive you more than a little crazy! How about a something a little different this week?
I've been doing this writing thing as more than the occasional scribble for nearly two decades now. It's a journey with a lot of branching paths. I've had the luck - sometimes good, sometimes bad - of getting to wander around on quite a few of them over the years. I've learned so much from each little jaunt into the unknown. I thought you might like to hear a few of my thoughts on it all. 1) Reading: Yep, it's necessary. Read a lot of things from a lot of different times and places. Give it all a good ponder. Keep what resonates with you. Let go of what doesn't. Reread books at different times in your life. You'll be amazed by how much they've "changed" with each passing year. 2) Writing: The act itself is worthwhile. I am also a firm believer that everyone has a story inside of them. That story will resonate with some. It won't with others. There is no right way to do it. Sure, there are some general rules to keep in mind but I believe the biggest one is just to let that story out. Trust me, it will show you how. 3) Find your Tribe (but still have friends outside of your tribe): You need other writers in your life. You also need non-writers. You'll learn from both of them which will improve your writing. 4) Ideas: They come from the strangest of places. 5) Never Judge a Writer by their Genre: A great number of the nicest people I know write horror. And I'm not just talking "nice to chat with" I'm talking deep down to their bone marrow nice. 6) Publishing: Don't be pressured to publish or to not publish. Your stories are yours. Share them if you want to. Keep them in a drawer if you don't. Also, there is really no "best way" to publish. Find what works for you and your story. 7) The Market: Write to the market if you are just wanting to make money and have found a good way to sell your work. Also, write to the market if the story you are looking to share is in line with what is selling. If you are only interested in writing a good story, don't try to change it to fit. You'll just drive yourself nuts and the story will suffer for it. 8) Support Other Writers: No lie, one of my favorite parts of this journey has been watching another writer or artist that I have in some way encouraged succeed in their endeavors. I could probably find myself on all the best sellers lists in this world and not feel nearly as accomplished as I do when I see someone I have helped in even the smallest way reach them dream. 9) You CAN'T Please Everyone: Not with the plot. Not with the characters. Not with the words you choose. Not with the voice you write in. Not with the cover you select. Not with any aspect of your book. It's okay. You don't have to. 10) Yes, You Need an Editor: Trust me, your typos, plot holes, and mistakes are invisible to you even if you are the guru of editing other people's work. 11) Every Big Name Author Started Where You Are: There was a time when all of your favorite authors were unknown. There was a moment when their first word landed on the paper. They all felt the joy and relief of writing their first Then End - followed by the horror of realizing that just meant the nightmare of editing had begun. They all had to deal with the process of finding their work a good home, and then convincing people to read their book. They all had highs and lows along the way. If they can achieve their dreams, trust me, so can you. 12) Keep Going: Tenacity is one of the most important parts of this writing thing. Keep following your dream and it will get you where you are meant to go. What is meant for you will not miss you. What is not meant for you will make you miserable if you claim it. It's been a very popular notion for a very long time that if a creative person isn't suffering for their art, they must not be any good. They must not be serious about (insert artistic choice here). They are just indulging a hobby. Just look at all the quotes by the successful authors out there about writing that somehow or other involve the idea of "bleeding on the paper".
There is the "starving artist" mentality. The "eccentric locked away in their writer's garret" label. The "no tears from the writer, no tears from the reader" warning. (And I gotta ask, why on earth does anyone only want to read books that make them cry???) We hear the "write drunk, edit sober" pro tip. It is highly suggested that all of us need to be medicated - whether by a professional or through recreational means - on a regular basis. Over all, creative people of all sorts are often looked at as weirdo loners with a penchant for self destructive behavior. I call bullshit. Sure, a lot of us have fallen into one or more of those stereotypes at least a time or two just like everyone who mistakenly claims they don't have a creative bone in their body. Do we do it BECAUSE we're creative? Nope. I think it's much more likely that there are two things at play with that perception-made-reality. 1) There's a giant expectation that we all be nuttier than a deep winter squirrel feeder. 2) A great many artistic people are introverts who are required to sing for their supper to a large audience that is just dying to throw mean words at them for it. Bonus: There are those who manage mental illness through creativity. Depending on the severity and symptoms of their condition, it might be very easy to believe that they are simply pain fueled. In other words, I don't think that the act of channeling that creative spark every single human on this planet has glowing inside them is - or should be - painful. If pain plays any part in the process, it is only when it is being drawn out of some past wound through a creative act undertaken to heal the injury to our spirit, or when we are having trouble dealing with current events that have us drowning in hurt and fear. At those times, the pain has to be removed or it poisons the creative well. The art (in any form) created from that process does often hurt, but it is pain toward healing, not simply the necessary fuel for our creativity. There is no creativity that requires developing a case of chronic emotional pain to produce a finished piece worth a place in this world. Read that again. Want it in easier terms? Creativity should NOT hurt you. It should bring you joy or relief. It should give you a channel for all of those innumerable emotions you have floating around inside of your being. It should provide healing or celebration. Want to know something else? You don't have to listen to ANYONE who says differently. All they are doing is peddling an addiction to the misery they don't want to let go of. Tell them to take a hike. Then, go make something beautiful. Make it with as much joy as your soul can shine into it. Don't do it in spite of them. Do it for them because they won't do it for themselves. Happiness and contentment are addictive, too. Maybe one day that will be everyone's emotional "drug" of choice. It's harvest season here at the house. My main focus has been on the garden and other gifts Mother Nature has been kind enough to send my way. These things take precedence because, after all, winter is on its way and grocery prices sure aren't going to drop along with the temperatures.
You may think that the time spent collecting, processing, and preserving this bounty is a derailment for my writing...well, more of a derailment that I've already managed on my own in front of the tv. Outward appearances would definitely suggest that you are correct in this assumption. Not many words have been scrawled across the back of the scrap paper I use to hand write rough drafts, after all. I have managed to type up the previously written scribblings into something that at least approximates progress on the second novel, but I'm still an abysmal number of words short of my goal. Who could blame you for believing that this is a stagnant time in my writing world? It's not. While my hands are busy with peeling and stirring, and my focus is on building the means to eat well through the cold months ahead, my creative side is thrilled to have me out of my own way for a change. It is winterizing my creative world. It's taking stock. It's revisiting my "why" and making sure that the foundation of my goals is sound. It's patching the cracks in my creative well so that the waters won't be muddied with doubt as that well fills. It's correcting the course for all the times I wandered off the path I've mapped out...and keeping me from running after shiny things that might be amazing down the road but will only cost me precious time now. It's gearing up for the long haul during the snowy months I'll be spending in front of the wood stove bringing my worlds to life on the page. Mine is a creative soul. It thrives on the magic that flows through it and out into the world by my hands. But it needs a rest now and then. An actual rest. One not filled with the anxiety produced by feeling like I'm not living up to expectations - mine or anyone else's. My creative side needed this down time in the same way that my pantry and freezers need the influx of fresh produce. Winter is coming. Remember to stock up your creative pantry along with the physical one. I think I should start out by acknowledging that not everything I write is remotely nice. I do, in fact, write some dystopian type situations and some characters that make me truly uncomfortable while they are whispering through my synapses. Not every story had a happy ending. I read the occasional strictly dystopian book, and I have a true affection for disaster movies. There is nothing wrong with dystopian fiction...until there is.
See, the thing is that too much of it can be a serious problem just like too much of anything can be. What we read changes how we think. It changes how we see the world around is. Worst of all, it can subconsciously be the tool we use to make decisions and react to changes. The stories we tell ourselves become the blueprints to our reality. If you are ONLY ingesting dystopian stories about how terrible a fictional world is, you are far more likely to recreate that in reality. Want an example? Just look at how 2020 went and ask yourself if you are making choices based on the very worst things you've heard about the experiences of others during that time even if you did not have similar experiences yourself. Be honest. You're no longer expecting any sort of "return to normal" and you have probably bought extra toilet paper, haven't you? You've done this based on the stories you've been hearing even if your personal experience does not reflect the same level of crisis. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that there shouldn't be concern. I'm not saying there isn't a problem that needs to be addressed. I'm also all for being prepared. Doing so buys you the time and ability to make better decisions without immediately being in crisis mode if things go wrong. But, what else have you done to prepare for the worst case scenarios you've been hearing about? What are those around you doing? And how can those choices actually manifest into those scenarios becoming your reality simply because you expect them to occur? Now, would that be the same reality if we were all focused on the more positive aspects of the situation? Imagine if instead of worrying over the horrors and uncertainty we all actually focused on the silver linings and positive things we can do to actually solve the problems. Want an example? How many households and companies could both benefit from a workforce that can functionally work from home while encouraging a better work/life balance? Not only could a solution like that lower the overhead of many industries, it could allow families to reconnect, show children the value of work in real time, lower traffic congestion (and emissions) during daily commutes, and potentially produce happier employees with more productivity. Instead, we latch on to the horror stories of zoom calls gone wrong and dysfunctional home environments. Or how about instead of expecting farmers to euthanize livestock or let crops rot because the facilities and shipping industry are having problems connecting goods to consumers, we focus on grass roots efforts to work together to solve the problems at more local levels. Nothing is insurmountable if we look at a situation with hope. The biggest problem we currently have is that we don't solve problems, we embrace them and expect them to be our experience. You attract what you focus on. Your brain believes the words you tell it to believe - especially when you say those words over and over and over again. It really is as simple as that. I personally think that this issue of creating negative realities through the stories we tell ourselves is especially true when dealing with young minds that are still forming their own opinions of how the world around them works. Feed those minds on a diet of terrible worlds and hopeless situations, and that is the world they will see around them. That is the future they will build for themselves. They won't have the problem solving tools necessary to find a positive way out of a bad situation. As an author, I think it is my personal responsibility to help hand the tools necessary for positive outcomes over to my readers. Do I do this every time? No. Do I always hand the best tool for the job out? No. There are those stories written under this pen name that refuse to have nice endings and there are those characters that just don't deserve them. Plus, let's be honest here, life is not always fair. That's important to know, too. What I do try to do is keep some kind of balance in both what I put into my brain, and what I allow to come out of it - or at least what I share with others that comes out of it. So, if you are a writer, I guess that what I'm saying is just be mindful. That nasty little world you are building on paper could very well be the one you are living in one day. Those hate filled characters may just be your neighbors. You may want to write in a fire escape that helps us all get to a better place. If you are a writer who is in search of an agent or publisher, you will completely understand this post. If you're a reader or someone who is a little less familiar with the process of how it all works, here's a little insight.
Let's start with the fairy tale. You know the one: the writer in some sort of desperate need taps away at their keyboard day and night surrounded by a sea of notes and character collages. Many tears later, the words The End appear on the page and the manuscript gets sent off to achieve a million dollar advance and a life of fame and fortune. Now, sure, we might hear a passing comment about how they queried a whole slew of publishers before they found their perfect match, but the fairy dust in the telling still sparkles on the accomplishment and softens the edges of that time before the fame arrived. There is a version of this fairy tale out there for every kind of endeavor a person could possibly hope to pursue. Sort of like a career related drama or rom-com. In reality, creative people hear the word NO with the same frequency as a three year old on a sugar rush who hasn't had a nap in a week and has somehow acquired a fork and the determination to stick it in an outlet. Sometimes that no is just the sound of mental crickets when the response time has elapsed. Sometimes you receive a form letter. Rarely, a more personal response arrives. There are also varying degrees of niceness in those letters. Some are worded as encouragingly as possible. Others, well, not so much. I usually write my submissions on post-it notes with a response time to expect, and then add them to a cork board section on the wall by my computer. In the past year I've had about twenty up there involving two projects that I am test driving in the traditional publishing realm before I commit to one or more of the self-publishing routes available these days. I'd like to see if either might open a door that could gain me a larger audience than I am able to attract on my own. I am currently down to two. One should answer sometime this week, and the other in March of 2022. I have no idea if either is secretly the golden ticket, although the odds are not in my favor. Now, don't get me wrong. The no's I've received have hurt. As a Gemini, I have two inner children. One of them sits in a blankie fort letting her tears soak into her stuffed unicorn wondering if she'll ever be worthy. The other breaks her toys while muttering all of the words she's not supposed to say and vowing revenge on the injustice of it all. They are welcome to their reactions but I am a fully functional grown woman whose parents raised her to be rational and - you know - adult in her reactions. I'm also a realist. I know how to manage my expectations. Those two post-it notes aren't just hopes and dreams that the writing fairy godmother will pay a visit, they are place holders in my calendar. They are buying me the time I need to make plans of my own. So, why does it sound like I'm ambivalent about hearing that nasty little two letter word that so many see as a dream killer? There are two reasons, really. One is that I know that nothing that is meant for me (good or bad) will miss me. The other is because I love what I do enough that I don't require anyone else to feel the same in order to keep loving it. Okay, there are three: I also know that I would not enjoy every last string associated with a contract. (If you are curious, ask me one day about a contract that I requested - multiple times - to be released from on a novella or the one I turned down on another book. See, there is publisher interest in my work. I'm not just some self-published hack with an overinflated sense of self worth. *grin*) NO is not the end of the world. In many ways it is actually the best answer the wrong agent/publisher can give. It keeps me from needing to create excitement in a publisher where there isn't any while simultaneously trying to create excitement in readers. NO helps me hone my skills and become a better writer. It also allows another book that I might LOVE reading find a home in the slot that might have been mine under different circumstances. I can happily live with all of those things while still pursuing my dreams. Does that mean I don't want to hear the beautiful sound of YES? Absolutely not. Everyone wants the fairy tale even with it's wicked witches and trolls lurking in the corners, don't they? Everyone wants a fairy godmother to make us beautiful in the eyes of the world. I'm just not relying solely on pixie dust and the hope of a book contract to get me wherever I'm meant to be. So, if you think your fairy godmother is kicked back on a beach somewhere ignoring your dreams, remember the dollar store sells wings, wands, and glitter. There is no rule saying you can't fire her and handle the job yourself. |
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