Dear Self, So I have a job interview tomorrow. It's a good start...it's a total good start. That's what I need, I need a start in the right direction. I need money...the shoppe isn't making anything at all, no one has bought a thing other than my aunt and my boyfriend... And mom got me one of my tiles as an early birthday present, it's absolutely beautiful. I was really surprised at how it turned out...it looks really lovely. I have it sitting on my shelf. That's another thing. She got the tile as an early birthday present. BIRTHDAY. A month from now I'll turn 18. An adult. Well. At least legally. That's freakin' ridiculous. I remember posting a piece on Rosity, a written piece, explaining my feelings on my 15th birthday. I joined Rosity when I was 14, and back then, I didn't know what was going on with my art, just that I was doing it. Didn't make sense to take action on it, it was a hobby, right? Yeah, well, not anymore. It's almost as serious as my writing is, but it seems now, I have time for either of them less and less. In four years...the people I've met, and the friends, and the mentors and artists and just amazing people...it's beautiful. There are people on Rosity that I know I'll talk to for years. Anyway, the writing is going slowly...but I'm in the beginning stages of writing the final chapters...so it's all good. Slow but steady, isn't it? Thing is now, finding a cover artist. I've complained about this before, and my boyfriend keeps telling me that I can do it myself, but...no, there's not enough skill in my history for it. Not for what I want done. It's all a matter of money, really. There's usually always a shortage. More than anything I'd like to have it done by someone on Renderosity. There are so many artists that I've thought about writing, even just to get an opinion or estimate or something. My shyness kicks in and I just...never do. It's not so much shy, really, just awed. Like meeting a celebrity or something, like, "Do I even have the status to talk to this person with the talent they have?!" Well...suppose, then, I shall, that we'll get it tied down once the book is done and finished. Soon. Very soon. Very, very, very. Alas, it's late...and I need to get my sleep. Big day tomorrow, yay! I'm crossing my fingers and toes, and I may even try crossing my eyes once sleep tickles me under the chin. Goodnight, Self, and good luck. And please, no snoring. Hurts the throat, you know. -Summer, age 17