I don't know about you, but I make silly promises to myself for when I reach certain goals. Like back when I was querying, I promised myself I could splurge and get an orange purse if I got an agent. It wasn't something I needed, per se, but it was definitely something I wanted. And it was so fun to go out and get it after I signed with my agent, still love that purse almost two years later.
Well, I made a similar promise for if I ever sold a book. It had to do with this little baby:
That would be my "desk." It's a card table, actually, and it's the only desk I've ever really had. Weird, huh. As an artist and writer, you'd think I'd have gotten one of those at one point, but I've always used a folding table of some sort, putting off the day when I'd get a "big girl" desk.
Well, the day has come, my friends, because I told myself I'd get a real live desk when I sold a book! I feel all legit or something. Actually, I just feel like I have SPACE. I can spread out on this new desk. It's freaking awesome. I'm so in love. Are you ready?
My card table used to be in the corner where the laptop is, so you can get an idea of the expanded space. *squee*
Awesome, no? I can't wait to get all cozy with this new desk. It's so fun to have a real place to work, and to know that it came after such a life-changing journey. I can't wait for what the new road has in store for me. And I suppose I better cook up some other hair-brained goals/presents-to-myself!