Y’know.
I am sick and freezing cold and I have barely enough brain power to focus on doing one thing at a time right now.
And yet, it just struck me (again) that in a moment I’m going to go downstairs and work on a story that came out of my own head that people will be able to buy in a bookstore at the end of the year.
And I thought: *damn*. Do I have the coolest job in the world, or what?!?