Yesterday, a freelance writing project I was supposed to be working on fell through. I was feeling depressed and mopey about it today, because the project looked fun and, what's more, I was exciting about actually getting some work in my field. I also turned down an offer to work on a Habitat for Humanity house, because I was planning to use the day to write. Fortunately, it was only one of many projects I have my hands in. Mu ha ha ha ha ha!
So this afternoon, I started making our very own "Monster Book of Monsters" for the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows release party at Spellbound this July. I'm appropriat. . . er, borrowing Renfield's travel cage for the evening, so the families who attend the party will be safe from the terrible, terrible foam fangs of the monster book. Once I had sewn on its button-eyes and hot-glued its teeth (along with a little extra rubber cement for "drool"), I felt much better about life. At least someone has a use for my talent at monster-book manufacture.