Storytime

Once upon a time there was a princess who possessed the magical power to obtain whatever she wanted immediately. Poof! Voila!

The only hitch was that the princess had to eventually pay for those items.
That wouldn't be hard, no, of course not.
But my, how the Princess could shop and travel and dine. My, my.

Then one day the Princess realized that she'd been excessive in her magic carpet rides.
And there was no Fairy Godmother coming to turn Amex into fairy dust.
My, my.

'Debt', it turns out, is what happens when there is more on your credit cards than you can pay off. And with this realization, the princess started to feel more like a toad.
Did she faint? No?
Ask the King, her father, for help? Nay.
The little lady went hardcore She-Ra on her spending habits.

And the rest, well the rest is being revised as we speak. The princess is your very own, Miss Mary Joan (spoiler alert) and it turns out she wrote a book. Or at least the draft of a book.

OK, I'm tired of the story telling. Back to glorious first person...me, me, me. I mean, this is a blog, not naptime.

As I was saying-
In the middle of my financial fury, I also wrote about my crusade to reinvent my spending habits.

Surely I couldn't be the only one who was errant in my spending ways?
I wondered. I wrote.

I became tenderly aware of other people's habits.
And aware of what the banks were doing.
And what seems now to be the whole world's errant manner of spending.

Now that I've written as much as I have, I can't stop. Hence blog.
There's just too much fodder out there not to.

And in the meantime I'm revising my book, though it's in what I call the "Cud Stage".

It's just cud now, we'll see how I end up spitting it up.