Is it all it is cracked up to be?
To grow? Oh ****!
He’s watching and waiting to see what I do next. And the truth is, I’d rather NOT have this awakening. All the raw nerves of my body now on the outside. It’s so much harder to cross the rocks on your own. Bloody and bleeding, my soul waits for the brutal grief to move into quiet contemplation.
You’re on your own, kid. There it is.
Because of you. David, I am a freelance copywriter. That’s the truth. The only reason I am here. talking to you, my lovely reader is because David nagged me, for years, to make my living as a writer. After 9 months of shell-shocked grief, I started the journey. Within 9 weeks, I had a full time living as a writer, working part-time hours…and loving it.
David, my love, job done.