Random :8:

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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