It is decision time. Decisions of the worst sort. There are only so many hours in a day. Let’s pretend I have 3 spare hours in a day. Over the past 5 months I have spent those hours, knitting needles in hand, happily clicking away at what captured my attention at that moment. Now, there are other endeavors clawing their way into that time. Perfectly good things vying for my attention. Choices need to be made. Life altering choices. These are things I have been thinking about for a long time, but have come to a head with an envelope that needs to be mailed. Or does it? This particular envelope holds a registration form and a check for $460 made out to PNWA. If I am serious about finishing this book and calling myself a Writer, it is money well spent. Choices. Finishing this book means putting down the needles and sitting in front of the computer during free time. Preparing the proposal for this book means picking up the needles and knitting things I may not be in the mood to knit. Procuring a platform is unbelievably laborious. Crossing the first draft finish line will mean no pleasure knitting, very little pleasure reading, and no chance I will master the concertina this summer.
One little envelope. Life altering choices.