I'm Sam. I live in a small town in southeastern Massachusetts, and I'm turning 30 in September. I've taken the next four months off to write a novel before thirty-something, productive-age inertia gobbles me up -- it's like a sandstorm, and I can see it coming.
My wonderful husband and small schnauzer support me in this endeavor even though it means turning down extra money that might help get us out of our, in total, ninth apartment in seven years. In case nothing comes of it, or, hell, even if something does, I'll keep a record here.
Day 1: Went to the dentist. Used H&M giftcard at the mall. Walked the dog. Ate too much. Wrote one page where we meet the main character's mother. Watched House, M.D. Rearranged dishes in the sink to a more pleasing configuration. Started a blog.
It's going to be a short summer...
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