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There isn't anything typical about my days. Sure, there are
many days that run together, following the same routine of getting out of bed,
showering, eating breakfast while checking my social media sites and email,
going for a walk, picking my son up from school, checking the social media
sites and email again, working on business
obligations, reading and going to bed. Nothing thrilling or exciting about
those days. But the days that I write, the days that I'm engrossed in the story
and nothing else around me matters — those days, I may not even get out of my
pajamas until four o'clock in the afternoon. I may neglect to eat, my
creativity fueled by the caffeine of Mt. Dew. The hours slip by as the voices
in my head fill the laptop screen in front of me. And when I look up, I'm
sitting in the dark. Those days — the days when I live within a dream that gets
translated into words, words that make me
exhausted with every fathomable emotion— those days are my favorite. That's
when I know I'm doing exactly what I'm meant to do. Days when I live in a blurry
haze of reality are the days that I know
I'm an author, and I wouldn't give up the rush of creating for anything.
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Thank you Rebecca! I really enjoyed reading your piece :)
If you want to get in touch with Rebecca you can so at: Twitter, Website or Facebook.
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Thank you Rebecca! I really enjoyed reading your piece :)
If you want to get in touch with Rebecca you can so at: Twitter, Website or Facebook.
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