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It is 1:30 pm. I have slain my to-do list. I have had lunch. I have nailed 1400 1800 new words to the wall and the well is still primed.

I am going to slather my skin with SPF and go sit outside in the sun for a while.

Some days? I LOVE being a freelancer.


(this, I should point out, balances somewhat the days when freelancing sucks)

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I have discovered what my superhero power is.

I am Check-Summoning Girl.

All I have to do is go to the bank to deposit money, and that afternoon, the mailman brings another check (correction -- two checks. I stopped halfway through opening the mail. An anthology paid royalties, too).

(Swear to god, it happens every time. but you must understand that the nearest branch of my bank is the next town over and I don't get a regular parade of checks. so I'm not constantly bopping down there. Still.)

Dudes. I promise to use this power only for good. :-D

*dies*

via marinarusalka -- oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

I do not have an appropriate *cackling until the cats become nervous* icon.

*dies*