I quit my job. Everyone else seemed to take it well, minus my mother who gave me a lecture. I’m surprised no one else did.
Immediately applied to other jobs. Gotta still call them though to be all like “oh hey, I’m still interested”. Even though, in all honesty, I’m not really that interested. I more want to finish certain things first before I go back to work, but meh. Obviously that’s not going to go well with my parents.
I finished writing the first draft of my novel, did the cover, formatted it, followed the steps, and submitted it for approval. Which got approved, so I put in my code for my free proof copy and simply waited.
Got the script and storyboard done for one of my commissions I have to do.
Began my Camp NaNoWriMo novel, entitled The Embellished Romance under the Bright Stars. I have about 7,000 more words to go to catch up, I believe.
Saw fireworks with my mom. I really wanted to start singing “Firework” by Katy Perry when I saw them, but didn’t.
And that’s really it. Until today. Which I’m going to write a proper journal entry on. Yes.