Shelli Stevens

Yay! So I sold that lot of Emma’s clothes on Ebay for $106.00! Which is pretty good, but it was all Gymboree and in good condition. Which makes a huge difference. I have more clothes to sell, but I know it won’t do as well since it’s not Gymboree. But the money’s going straight into my account and towards my Nationals debt! I have a feeling I’m going to be saying that for awhile.

I got about another five pages written today. I wish I could do more, it’s just hard. I need to be in a zone, and with a two year old it’s hard to get into that zone. I know I should be working my butt off now that she’s asleep, it’s just so nice to not have to do anything.

Also, I’m doing fairly well on my pact with Lori. I ate good all day. And I even put my tennis shoes on and went to workout. I got like five minutes in and realized I had low blood sugar. I tried to keep going, but realized I’d eventually just pass out. And that wouldn’t do. So I had to stop, go upstairs and eat something, then wait ten minutes for it to hit my bloodstream. By that time I’d become part of the recliner, and was chatting on messenger and checking emails. Needless to say, I didn’t exercise after that.

Okay, Lori’s kicking butt on getting her name out there for interviews and stuff. I so need to get on the ball. I’m kinda like a tourist in New York that stands on the corner and looks up, but doesn’t actually move. Well, okay, I’ve sent out to a few places, I just need to ‘whore my books’ I think is the term Deanna said…

*Shedding my shy nature and putting on my whore nature* I can do this! “Hey, baby, you looking for something to keep you warm at night? Yeah? I got what you need. Tourist Attraction. You can buy it June 2nd at www.cobblestone-press.com. Cause I know how you like it. Rrrreeoow!”

What? Wrong kind of whoring? *Sigh* See, I told you I suck at this.