If I had all the money that I've spent over the years on flashlights I could probably buy myself something really nice. I've bought the super cheap $1 lights, the sleek sexy Maglights, the utilitarian super sized lights with the handles, and even the ones with long fluorescent bulbs that you use for emergency lighting.
Most of them met their end at the hands of my husband. He's forever carrying them off. Finally, in self defense, I picked up this little cutie for 50 cents at a rummage sale. Just squeeze the handle in back and it will open it's mouth and giggle. The light is inside. Not only will he not fit into my husband's glove box or under his truck seat he also won't fit his image.
I've managed to hold onto this one for a couple of months now and I'm hopeful I'll have it when I finish this project. I'll let you know.
Do any of you have problems holding onto flashlights?
I'm a freelance writer from Missouri. When I say it out loud I always feel like I should be at an AA meeting. Announcing that you are a writer to the public at large can provoke varying reactions. It is met with either enthusiasm or complete indifference. A few people will even act as if it might be catching, like the Avian flu.
The decision to become a freelancer didn't come easy. Giving up the security of a 9-5 job is a big decision for anyone. Giving up office politics and pantyhose was simple. I did find that being a writer isn't all cream cheese Danish and bunny slippers. It requires a strong sense of discipline. You have to set your hours, stick to a schedule and make others respect it. You also have to stay away form the Oreo's and morning talk shows.