You see that picture, there on the left?
That. I want that.
But, it's expensive. At least, it's more money than I have now. Or at least, more money than I have to spend on willy-nilly things. Like skydiving.
But, between the US and UK, I've earned about $50 off Family History and The Dowry. All in all, that's not too shabby.
2012 is supposed to be my year. After all, the fact that I'm essentially fulfilling a lifelong dream by selling my writing - that alone has to mean something.
To ring in the new year, boyfriend and I took a spontaneous road trip from cold, windy Wyoming to warm, sunny Southern California. After all, winters up here in Laramie can get pretty chilly (last year, there was a night where it got down to -40 C/F) and sometimes last the entire year. But to me, that road trip was something of a promise to myself - a promise to do more fun, spontaneous things, to meet goals, and to not stress myself out (this includes being and/or acting less socially awkward). I thought that, by starting the year off somewhere else, somewhere more fun than a place where drinking is not just a social thing, but a lifestyle, I would kick my own ass.
I actually started the year off with two pretty small goals, one of them being to put my three backlogged novels up on Amazon. Hooray, I did that four days into the year. But now what happens?
Skydiving is what happens.
I'm $150 from $200, which, from what I can tell, is about what it'll cost for me to go skydiving. If you're feeling ever so kind and charitable, I would surely appreciate the purchasing of one of my fine novels, so that I can fall out of a plane, where I'm likely to clutch the thing that opens the parachute (because if I let go, I might lose it!). Anyone want to make that happen?
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