The house is quiet this morning and I can finally use the computer. The dog followed me in just now and I said, "Okay, but only if you behave yourself. Respect the writer."
That's my new motto. Respect the writer.
Some people might think that cleaning another person's house is beneath them, but I was raised to believe that nothing in life is free and that anything worth having is worth working for. So I am going to clean these nervous, elderly people's home as well as (and probably better than) I clean my own, and be as kind and reassuring as I can to them. I know my friend is grateful to have this problem solved.
Now, I haven't met them yet and it's possible they'll decide I'm unsuitable or that I didn't get all the dirt out of the corners. In that case, I'll keep looking and praying for a way to get my laptop. I tried to get some tutoring jobs, but that didn't work out.
When my son is old enough to understand a little more about money and work, and I'm rich and famous (*grin*), I'm going to tell him the story of how I saved for my laptop.
What have you done for your writing, or for anything else you really wanted in life? When have you risked something for the sake of a bigger goal? How did it benefit you in the end?