New decision. I'm a writer. Apparently, it's what I do. My husband just freaked out on me as I could imagine him freaking out upon discovering I had lost one of our children. I was writing and I lost 45 minutes - I'm sure most of you can relate - and I burned the rice dry. I could have burned the house down (he thinks). My response? I was writing, I didn't notice, we're all fine, don't have a cow.
I think that will be my response from now on. I was writing, or researching, or thinking - because I'm a writer. It's what I do.
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Hey - if you can't think of anything else but writing first...then you were meant to be a writer. It's an interchangable quote. You go girl.
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