My mother had a dream yesterday night that about half a dozen or so publishers were fighting over who would be the ones to publish my book.
It made me laugh. My mom is silly. She believes it could happen, though. Well, maybe not the fighting, but the publishing.
It is a vague wish in the back of my mind. I don't think about it often because it feels so far away from me, but it is still there. A goal waiting to be pursued.
What's the deal with everyone asking me what I plan to do with my life lately? I don't know anymore now than I did yesterday.
I love Tegan and Sara.
edit: 44,378 words. I'll have 46,000 before I go to bed tomorrow.
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