I appropriated this handsome hammer from an ex-boyfriend. He wasn’t an ex at the time, of course. Handsome? Face, yes. Manners, eh, not as much. When I use it, I think of him. I think two things:
1. If I’d put up with the cray-cray a bit longer, I could be a
gay happy divorcee by now instead of just a footloose and fancy free woman of the world.
2. At least I have the hammer.
But this post isn’t about that. I just needed a photo.
This post is about what to do when things get real. Being published has been out there, glimmering in the hazy distance, for a while. Now that it’s getting closer, there are things that must be done. Blog: CHECK. I’d really like this spot to be all official and authory. But to be Real, we’re looking at lots of boring daily life. I hope you like that sort of stuff. It’ll show up here sooner rather than later (had an editor say that to me about a submission-she’d get back to me sooner rather than later. It sounds good. What do you think it means? Four weeks? Six weeks? Four months? But probably not four days, right? I mean, that would be just too needy, right? To email and ask her “How about now?” Right? I just don’t know.) Twitter: CHECK. Facebook: CHECK. Other than the obvious (WRITE SOMETHING ELSE, girl), what should I do?