That title to this post is a trumpet fanfare, just in case any one didn't figure it out.
Some readers may know that I consider myself an aspiring writer. I have many of stories and settings and characters rattling around in my brain waiting for me to have time and focus in order that they may eventually land on paper.
I have to pat myself on the back a bit, though, because I'm very tickled. I've now officially been paid for my writing.
I had a blast doing it. I feel kind of bad taking money for something I enjoyed doing. But Joe has urged me to add up my expenses and time. The compensation is adequate. But nothing to feel guilty about.
I might add that I don't feel guilty enough to return the check. It will help pay for a fair portion of the little summer vacation upon which we'll be embarking in a few days.