Stupid weekends coming to an end. Stupid having to go to work on Mondays. Stupid, stupid.
The more I work on this novel the more I love it. Joss cracks me up, Paige delights me, and Zeke is starting to come into his own.
I don’t want to go back to work and leave them here. I can’t take them with me (well, you know what I mean) and I have to go or the rent doesn’t get paid and there won’t be a here.
Sigh.
Note to self: Sell more books. Become wealthy. Quit job.
Get on that, self.
Your note to self sounds a lot like mine. ^^