Hump day indeed...

I was initially going to comment on how delighted I was knowing the week was nearly over.

Until I realized tomorrow is only Thursday.

The very large hiccup (or rather, heart attack) in my financial affairs has been temporarily solved, thanks to the assistance of a very kind friend and a very large sum of money on temporary loan. This friend has been offered my first born. They accepted.

Sucker.

Any child I create will be intrinsically horrible, evil and very much inclined to make nasty, cutting remarks with a sweet smile. A double-edged gift... and very appropriate for said friend.

So my pride has been taken down a notch, my expenses now warrant a second look and I shall be applying for a job that looks promising. One of very few.

My deadlines for the week have all been completed and submitted on time. I am currently deadline-free. Now if I can just get some of those nice little cheque-things in the mail, things will look up.

I'm trying to think of a way to channel my writing and blogging into a simultaneous way of making money. Like writing online with a PayPal account for artistic donations. Huh? Huh?

I keep feeling like there's a great idea out there just waiting for me to discover... so far, it's an elusive little bastard. I hear little giggles from the side, but when I turn my head, the cheshire cat has disappeared.

What I want -- more than anything right now (aside from money, an agent, publishing deal and the absence of cancer) -- is for some omnipotent being to swoop down and whisper some words of encouragement in my ear. Reassurance. The knowledge that the skimpy little trees in my yard will one day bear fruit.

It's too much to ask, isn't it?