You'll never guess from where I am writing this post...
No, not my bathroom...
No, not my backyard...
Though writing from the car sounds intriguing, no...
From a movie theatre at which I am watching Twilight again again again? No, but fabulous idea.
My dear friends and patient readers, I am writing this from my very own brand spanking new writing studio.
Writing. Studio.
For writing. Alone. In a studio!!! That is not a part of my home!
I never do this, but seriously... Squeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
I am so excited I am beside myself.
I am so excited, I forgot to bring my camera. Oops. I'll bring it back tonight.
But you've already seen it! Remember? It looked like this last time you checked, though:
I have to say, it looks a far sight better now.
And oooh the story behind how I landed this room of my own!
You guessed it... I'll tell you shortly.
Now? Now I have to get to scrubbing an old stucco wall and prepare it for fresh toffee-colored paint. I have to scour the filthy cement floor before I dress it in a lavish new rug I found at a steal of a price and then received as an early Christmas present from my ever-hopeful and optimistic parents.
God bless the woman whose family and friends believe in her dreams.
"If you are going to doubt something, doubt your limits."
- Don Ward
"I feel like I'm going to pass out from panic, but 'Amen.'"
- Megan
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