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magidI got the promised award for working on the highest-sales-above-projection book (since I'm not of the elect being given a trip in a year and a half): a certificate with my name in calligraphy actually written by a human, a silver star paperweight that would be much more interesting if it would stand up on two points as well as flat, a brochure about all the wonderful things people did this year, and a $100 gift check.
I had to email the person I'd seen distributing the packets: the certificate is made out to a shortened form of my first name I've never used. I don't know how they decided on that, since I've used two names in different books' Acknowledgements sections, one of which is my email address, neither of which is the one they wrote. Ah, well. At least the woman coordinating it is nice and will get me a replacement.
Now I get to figure out what to do with the cash. Knowing how I've been in the past, I'll get stuck in this part and not actually manage to use it for months... Part of me really wants to splurge on a painting by Wendy Artin (Her stuff is carried by a guy downtown. She lives in Italy and does marvelous watercolors I drool over. Plus I like her sister, a cow orker.). Her things are not getting any cheaper, so managing to afford something now might be the last time I find it in reach, especially if I use this as part of it. OTOH, there are other things I could get... hmmmm... Why is it so much easier for me to leave the options open and think about them all as possible, rather than just spending it? (The cat is both dead and not dead this way...)
I had to email the person I'd seen distributing the packets: the certificate is made out to a shortened form of my first name I've never used. I don't know how they decided on that, since I've used two names in different books' Acknowledgements sections, one of which is my email address, neither of which is the one they wrote. Ah, well. At least the woman coordinating it is nice and will get me a replacement.
Now I get to figure out what to do with the cash. Knowing how I've been in the past, I'll get stuck in this part and not actually manage to use it for months... Part of me really wants to splurge on a painting by Wendy Artin (Her stuff is carried by a guy downtown. She lives in Italy and does marvelous watercolors I drool over. Plus I like her sister, a cow orker.). Her things are not getting any cheaper, so managing to afford something now might be the last time I find it in reach, especially if I use this as part of it. OTOH, there are other things I could get... hmmmm... Why is it so much easier for me to leave the options open and think about them all as possible, rather than just spending it? (The cat is both dead and not dead this way...)