I could stand to go home. To sit and watch the rain with you. This great wind couldn't keep me from the land I love. A land of towering, majestic Redwoods and the mighty Pacific Ocean. I could spend my days wandering your rocky shores and meandering through your dense forests.
For now, I'll sit here. Alone with my thoughts. Accompanied by the ferocious wind howling outside. Wishing I could sit here and write all day, but realizing that at this point in my life, writing doesn't pay the bills. It simply gets me through the day.
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Oh would that writing could pay the bills! We could be spinsters in a cabin in Colorado somewhere in the Rockies. Writing and drinking coffee all day. We'll see...
very useful read. I would love to follow you on twitter.
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