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when dreaming ends.
I'm so very tempted to give up writing completely. Go work in a factory somewhere and just give it up. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy doing it and I would love nothing more than to eke a meager existence out of it, but right now that doesn't seem very practical.
The baby takes a lot out of me. So much that it feels like there's nothing left...no motivation, no drive, no creativity...nothing.
It looks like it's back to the phones when MatLeave is done. Oh well. It was a nice dream.
The baby takes a lot out of me. So much that it feels like there's nothing left...no motivation, no drive, no creativity...nothing.
It looks like it's back to the phones when MatLeave is done. Oh well. It was a nice dream.