I reached the bottom of my inbox yesterday. This does not mean I have answered all the emails I need to answer. But I have at least *organized* everything into neat little folders and responded to some letters dating back to 2011. *Ulp.* So I felt very much like I deserved a prize. Because I am all about the prize. No joke. What to order? On a tight little budget, I splurged and bought...
Oh, yes, I did.
I'm not the only one who believes in prizes:
Vida Bailey wrote to me to say: "Seriously, every time I have money coming from writing I make plans... boots or fix my poor laptop... then it dribbles in at such a remove it's never enough for those things and I need it for depressing things like bills and food shopping. So while I totally need it for those things, I thought, fuck it, and I bought the boots..."
That is my kind of girl. Fuck it. Buy the boots!
What's your prize?
XXX,
Alison


4 comments:
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I worry we're painting a picture of us lady erotica writers as only in it for boots and make up and pretty things!
In fairness, if I was EL James I'd have all the boots by now. All of them. And a pair made by Daniel Day Lewis. Do you know he learned to be a cobbler and has his own workshop in Wicklow? (Um, county where he lives in East Coast Ireland.) How hilarious is that?
LEGO. :) I don't know why, but there is something about opening up a bag of brightly colored bricks that just screams "you can do something!".
I have this idea that I want to spend my first book's first check on my first tattoo....... but I kind of had plans for this reward before and then I chickened out every time.
Probably should go for a less daunting reward ;).
I love that lipstick! I might have to get it just for the tube. I'm a huge Archie fan. I'm saving for a cruise in July, but if I can find the funds, I'm getting a tattoo.
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