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It’s funny how much better my life looks when I am writing.
I often think this is all I should be doing, but the marketing side of our business needs to be addressed too, unfortunately.
When I am writing, I love the glimmer of light that surrounds me, in a world determined to get darker every minute. It reminds me that I am lucky to be able to write, where many others cannot.
Having lived, (and I use that term reservedly) on this planet for nearly eighty years, I thought I had encountered most of the different aspects of a life well lived.
I would go as far as to say that my life has had more than its fair share of pain, heartache, and disappointments. But apparently not, I suspect it is saving a few surprises for me before my time is up.
I always thought that my old age would be a quiet, peaceful time, free to reflect and relax. A time to enjoy the freedom from everyday stresses.
Sometimes, my life is just like that, but not very often.
When it is like that, I can forget this world for a while and explore the worlds that my characters live in.
How lucky am I?
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