Life decisions are tough. I mean, really. How are we supposed to *know* this stuff?
On the one hand I feel like it should be a clear choice: work harder at work and try for promotions and have a proper 'career'.
But I've wanted to be a writer as long as I can remember (aside from those years when I wanted to be a truck driver or psychologist) and maybe it would be best to cut back a bit on work and focus on producing good writing and getting that published. Re-drafting takes time!
Decisions, decisions.
Alternatively I could just run away from home in a pouffy white dress and become Giselle from Enchanted and see if other people will sing and dance with me.
I have a new laptop. It's shiny, with a swishy screen that flips around to become a tablet...you know, for if I want to draw as well. It's fast enough to run Civ4, which is both awesome and a potential major distraction.
PoF: stars
CO: decisions, sister leaving country