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.

Pieces out: 34

Goal: RunStarGirl