Words Written: 900.
A little below par, but at least I'm back to work after the latest stumble. I've been working through all the latest upheavals in my life trying to create a new routine, only to realize that I already have - struggle, stumble, start again. I'm not complaining. I want to do better, but I'm happy that I still have goals to achieve. Ultimately I want to be able to make a living from my writing. I don't care about getting rich, I just want to escape corporate America and spend the rest of my life trying to perfect my craft. Even though I'll never quit working towards this, it occurred to me today that if this is as far as I get, I won't consider it to be a wasted life.
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1 comment:
It won't be a life wasted.
Not at all.
Good thought Grant.
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