I woke up this morning with a song rocking in my head — BIG BANG’s My Friend — and it was funny, because I did need a little pat in the back after the week’s madness. Yesterday, I wrapped up most of the revisions to flesh out an important character in my book (or book-to-be), Isay, whom I am proud to say is one of the bad-ass girls who’d you’d definitely want to get acquainted with. I am shaking my head for submitting my manuscript early this January when I still had a March deadline, but what could I do? It’s impulse. It’s regret. And these two things make my journey bittersweet as I move along.

Well, right now, I’m looking at my freelance projects and I am happy to have fulfilled them this week. This is the year when I focus on work. Thirties is for work. Thirties is for hustling and grinding and building things up so I can live better when I’m sixty. Now, until then, all I have for you are my tweets.

Monday

Well, well. The best things in life, even for my dog, are free. I wondered if that tiny injection hurt him, though.

I am crying. I was hoping the postage notice was for the 1001 Knights books, but it’s coming in downpayments. As for now, I am happy with these pins.

Tuesday

To be honest, there are so more weirder dreams I chose not to tweet this week.

Since my mom is probably reading my blog, I just want her to know I tweeted about her.

And also, that her story made someone’s resolve firmer. Congrats, Cyd.

Wednesday

This is when everything took a turn.

Thursday

I’m so overjoyed to hear that my friend auditioned for The Waitress! I know; I’m actually not getting my hopes up too, but I’m praying for her that she gets to do what she was made to do, and not let her fears box her in, because she is such a talented and beautiful woman, and she deserves to let herself out there.

And did I mention that I got 2 rejections this week? I’ve organized my Agent List and I’m going 100. Yes, I’m pushing through.

Friday

THIS IS STRANGE BUT I HAVEN’T TWEETED ANYTHING PERSONAL ON FRIDAY. But I did draw something. Someone.

The freelance world has embraced me warmly but the literary world seemed so cold. I’m pretty sure there have been so many writers who have been snubbed before. The waiting makes me better. The waiting makes everything better. x