Oh My Holy Crap

I only have 5 chapters left on my first draft edit. YAY! I'm thinking that, barring any extreme story edits, the second and third drafts will go by much quicker as I will have pretty much polished everything that needs it. I've only really re-written a few chunks of writing and those were maybe a page apiece.

I've started dreaming about what life is going to be like when I'm a rich, successful writer. I can't help it. Some days thinking about that is the only thing that gets me through the day. If I didn't have that dream, I don't know how I'd get through most days. Just knowing this part of my life is temporary and it will lead to fantastic wealth and comfort is... amazing.

I know, I know. That's making huge assumptions but I feel like, HEY, why the hell not dream big. Even if I miss the moon, I'll land in the stars. The cold emptiness of space playing contrast to the burning heat of the giant flaming heavenly bodies... yup.

Song for your day: Stadium Love by Metric. It's catchy and fun and hurrah for good female fronted bands.

My New Best Friend

Man editing sucks. Or maybe I suck. Either way it's not getting done. I think this might be in part because we are moving in a couple weeks and my mind is stressed out and rebelling and being lazy helps me feel less shite.

Maybe.

I just finished the Scott Pilgrim series of comic books. It was AWESOME. I would highly suggest it if you like comic books.

That's all for now.