Well, I got a job promotion that I like. But before then, I briefly considered growing up, getting a full-time gig and leaving my writing for the weekends. The thought made it so I couldn’t eat. For over a week, most anything made me sick. This, I suppose, is how you know you’re supposed to do something. I may never publish. I might go to the Pearly Gates with nothing on the shelf, and I might say to the universe, “What the heck was the point?” And if I’m right, the Universe might say to me, “What? Darling. You used all you had. You did what you were told.”

(Originally posted July 31, 2013)

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