Going to get to write today. Life has conspired against me with sick children and sick parents (my parents, not me), so I haven’t visited Brix in a week. But today I’m heading under the sea. As soon as I finish this, actually.
I’m fired up. It’s going to be a great day. I love writing. I love telling stories. I love being creative. It’s one of the few things I do that makes me feel really good. Less depressed, less anxious. It’s good. Writing is redemptive.
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