I believe my tiny little soul is warmed today for utterly selfish reasons. One, I’ve got a fushia feathery mask to play with as if the Red Death were at the door and Two, I’ve been picked to be in the next Noxious Minutia. Hip hoorah. Published on paper finally. Again. A first being printed in another city at least. I could almost count it as an accomplishment. Practically. You know, if I were a writer.
This is so going to be used by my mother to justify her continually pushing me into “careers”. I take a job, I do anything, it’s my new vocation. I know she loves me, but honestly, I’m lacking the passion she believes I require.