The Root of All Evil

On Saturday, the hot water quit working. So today, I called a plumber to have him take a look. I figured it was frozen water pipes, but it turns out that a water heater from 1979 is destined to give up the ghost at some point. In addition to replacing the water heater, I had them fix the garbage disposal and take care of a few other things. Here I am with water that will be hot within half an hour (they tell me). I'm also $900 poorer. Ouch.

I'm debating about whether I am going to remain a Northern Lights at Home presenter. They've raised the minimum to $300/quarter, so I have to decide if I would sell that many candles. Six months ago, I wouldn't have hesitated, but time demands are at the breaking point as it is, let alone trying to add a part-time business.

On a related-to-money note, I've invested in an author website. Just got the first spec, and I have to decide if I like it. And do I want my picture to be a key element of the design?

OK, here's the truth. I'm feeling very, very discouraged about writing at the moment and that's affecting everything. I got some feedback on a chapter today. The good news is that I know what I need to work on, as she's the second reader to make this comment. The bad news is that it's not an issue that comes naturally, and now I'm overanalyzing. I think it's an occupational hazard. So I'm taking the night off when it comes to writing and will come back fresh tomorrow.

I think I'll be a lot better after a good night's sleep.



P.S. I'm now reading She Wanted It All by Kathryn Casey. My mood demanded true crime.