I really don’t believe in fate. I believe in making your own choices, but it seems as though the universe constantly lines itself up to undermine me. Like…being so sick that I couldn’t get out of bed. Like the computer crashing. All is well (temporarily) and I emailed myself everything that I’ve ever written. The lazy man’s backup, I say.
I am infinitely sad today, but know that I’ll knock myself to pieces trying to make things right.
Some good news: my copy of Neverlands and Otherwheres is in the mail, and I’m looking forward to having it in my hot little hand. They’ll have a page up soon so that you can ooh and ahh at it as well, if you so desire. I’ll link you then.
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