It’s been one hell of a month. You win some and you lose some and sometimes you’re not even in the race.
I’ve got an unpaid gig to start soon. I’ve got a portfolio to complete. The month isn’t over yet, and I’ve got letters to respond to. I’ve got chapters to close and open. Valentine’s Day matters; every day matters. You’ve got to live like every day matters. If you don’t, your time just leaks out uselessly and you might waste a few drops, or half the bottle if you’re sloppy.
I’m sorry this is vague, but I’m not quite ready yet. Saying something here, I suppose, is a way to mark the passage of time. The month isn’t quite over yet, and it’s shorter than a real month, but a lot has happened in these few days.
I’ve been accepted, rejected; I’ve accepted and rejected. That’s really all there is to it. Then, there’s dealing with it.
There’s a lot to do.