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Every day and night, it occupies my thoughts. Mind races during free moments, thinking of goals yet accomplished.
Pulling up the site, eyes glitter with excitement when they see those encouraging words - Write On! What new contests have been posted? Which activities shall I participate in? Whose stories will move me to review, providing useful feedback? Too many choices. Time for writing out story ideas. Choose a genre or maybe mix them? Coworkers are ignored. Friends’ calls go unanswered. Loving husband is alone, crying. Life’s opportunities passing by. Not now. Must create. Work towards being published! Then living can begin…
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