A Labor of Love

For November, I’ll be publishing a new story every single day. It may be a lot, or it might be a little, but it will be something, hopefully of value, hopefully of me.

Perhaps it will just be the thoughts swirling in my head.

Never, never lie to yourself. Don’t lie to others, but least of all to yourself. What do you really care about and love? Who are you? And one of the very worst, self-murdering lies that people tell themselves is that they are no good and have no gift and have nothing important to say.

Writing is a blessing because it’s a means to better understand our lives and what connects us all in our universal human experience. We’re all people; we all have something to say.

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