Meredith Bernstein, here comes my manuscript, or at least the synopsis and sample chapters requested. My head hurts. I keep writing and re-writing everything that I write. I have so much on my mind that I cannot seem to concentrate on what I need to be writing, so I am journaling instead. I am ready for summer, no child and hopefully a put together house. I need to get away and find my old self again. I miss me.
Next week I am going to find an old typewriter. I am going to locate materials for this stupid house I still do not own. I am going to ride at least 150 miles. I am going to hike on the Trinity Trails. Next week, I am going to put out an APB on the old me in hopes that she will meet me half way. Next week.
Today, I am hoping for some damn good dreams.
Next week I am going to find an old typewriter. I am going to locate materials for this stupid house I still do not own. I am going to ride at least 150 miles. I am going to hike on the Trinity Trails. Next week, I am going to put out an APB on the old me in hopes that she will meet me half way. Next week.
Today, I am hoping for some damn good dreams.
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