I just finished the book I've been working on for the past year and a half. My days will no longer be spent in the dysfunctional little world I created.
I'm not happy, I'm sad. Worse, I'm bereft. I feel like I just got a divorce. Like my dog ran away.
I stand alone watching the train pull out of the station, and all the characters from my book are on board. They have each other. I have no one. This is too hard. I am never writing another book again. Ever!
Raining Cats & Dogs - Part II
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Well, it's that time of year again. Time to remind you:
1) Always spay and neuter your pets to prevent Puppy Hobo Camps and Kittens
in the Road
2) Always ...
13 years ago
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