"I'll write a comic! I'll go to grad school! I'll design clothes! I'll knit couture dog sweaters! I'll have a girly pink sex shop! I'll fight crime! It'll be awesome!"

I want you to do all of those things!

FWIW, I didn't publish my first book until mere weeks before I turned 40.

Then I fall over with exhaustion at how busy ideal me is.

YES. "I'll study Shakespeare! I'll own a karaoke bar! I'll become a massage therapist!" Oy.

Clearly, you and I should go into business together, juliana. For we have ideas that are both right and good.

FWIW, I didn't publish my first book until mere weeks before I turned 40.

I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.

For we have ideas that are both right and good.

Yes. Also, we are very pretty and can hold our liquor.

t waits impatiently for Scola's first book

I know the feeling. Although the worst part of mine is that people think they *know* what I do already. "You're so lucky...not having to work or anything." I don't know whether to hit those people or feel like "Shit, your job is fucking sad. Sorry, bunk."Dude, Scola...smile at me the right way and I could give you mine. It's not perfect, but...

Yes. Also, we are very pretty and can hold our liquor.

True!

ETA: My cousin has just started attending therapy. Technically it's supposed to only be for people who survived the storm, but the therapist decided K could take advantage of the program anyway. Point is, when she was talking about how great it is to talk about her shit and know that it's normal and stuff, I was thinking "But I don't need that! I have buffistas to validate my craxy!"

ETAA: Sad when the ETA is longer than the original post.

I turn 40 in ten weeks. Crap.

Start writing, buckoo!

Yes. Also, we are very pretty and can hold our liquor.

Verifiably true.

{{JZ}} Sorry for the woes.

I want to publish a book. But I suppose I have to write one first. And I suppose I have to have an idea before that.