Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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The paper cut on my finger was driving me mad this morning.

The work I had done wasn’t worth it, and my cat had just dumped a dead mouse in the kitchen. Sitting there with a stupid grin on his face.

On top of that, the last draft I had been working on had coffee stains where I knocked my cup over, making it look like an old manuscript.

I was beginning to think I needed an overseer just to get through the day.

I had promised to have the work in by the end of the month. I needed new ideas, but they must be hiding in the dark side of my mind. Like a coal miner, I would have to find a way to dig them out.

The die has not been cast just yet.

I will not be beaten by paper cuts, unwelcome gifts on my kitchen floor, or spilt coffee. I will not allow these things to diminish one ounce of who I am.

 I am woman, I shall win the day back…