The upside is that I get to have out-loud conversations with myself and not look like my cheese finally fell of my cracker.
But I believe I've got it in me to see this through. I'm alive and I'm loved. That's all it takes.
So, at OH-four-thirty this morning I was pouring a 3/4 bottle of Stoli down the sink. Just doesn't do it for me any more.
5am rise every day this week. I have the body clock of Rocky Balboa. But I don't drink raw eggs in the morning.
The next time someone tells you they are an independent Author, lay your cloak down in front of them.
The amount of times I've had to wear a bra this week is astonishing.