I need a hug and a drink.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
I could use a friend. Not a fair weather one. I need a real one. Unfortunately, I doubt that will ever happen. This is the reason I love my chickens and my dogs. They're the closet thing to a friend that I have.
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog