Writing has been the siren to my soul calling me to sea for many years. My children are my anchor but I have yet to find a balance. My desire to write furiously is obsessive. I am aching to be surrounded by crumpled ideas, whimsical people, and unabated love. Rather than rushing off to work, I’d prefer to rush to a pen and pad. I’m dying to live again.
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I know you've heard this before but there are people in my head. A few of them are good and then there are the bad ones too. Together we muse quite often on the absurdities of life. This is our minutes of meetings. View all posts by 4everQuixotic