Getting Paid

Oh My God! A freelance assignment has come.

Someone has offered to pay me to write again. I feel my face glow. I'm like a teenager at my first rock concert (make that the second one. My friend's troubled sister had a run in with some freaked out guy, so we had to leave the first one early and that sucked.) All I have to do is slog through some relatively esoteric history book, interview the author then swirl it all into a diverting article for the educated masses.

Whoo hoo!

Also, I must improve my grammar, but I won't worry about it so much as to block myself creatively. Oh joy!

I want grammar you can hang a coat on, baby!