My husband and I have decided to make a little impromptu trip to St. George tonight to stash his girlfriend (i.e. the green miata convertible) for the winter. This means the possibility of burgers from In n' Out looms on the horizon.
Had a conversation last night with writer friends about what we want. Fame? Money? And here's what we concluded. That someone wants to buy our next book. That there can even BE a next book. Far from being supremely confident beings, most of us semi-pro writers exist in a semi-fearful survival mode, I think.
Thanks for your input this week. Feel free to post more. I love hearing from you guys.
And oh btw it turns out I have a natural appitude for the air guitar. I nailed about a dozen songs on my first try yesterday.