Yes, yes, I know you're not supposed to, but all week I've been busily counting my chickens. God willing, and the Creek don't rise, I should break even on my book at the University Book Store event on Wednesday. This is thrilling news because it means I can continue writing without gradually running the savings account to $Zero and jeopardizing the chances of my children getting a college education and Scott getting to retire before age 75.
Of course, it only makes me more desirous of throwing more money at publishing ventures. The sequel, the cupcake book, the YA novel? No, no, I promised myself I would try to shop the YA one around because I'd supposedly already gotten my publishing impatience out of my system.
But there are so many books to write! I'm loving AGE OF WONDER by Richard Holmes, a history of science book set in the Romantic era, but while I read I'm simultaneously dreaming of writing a historical fiction about Joseph Banks' dumped fiancee or Caroline Herschel.
Anyhow, thank you for your support, my dear readers.