So I have the story all written, in my head, and just need to get it out on paper. Sigh…but life keeps getting in my way. I am so distracted and feel as if each day little bits of the splendor I plan to write is slipping away. Even now as I try to rant about my inability to finish my story sig other and the cats are conspiring against me. For example little Cat is crawling on my chest as we speak and sig other is yapping in my ear about a dream he had with a Britta, his grandmother’s house, and the HR lady at work. RIGHT IN MY EAR!!!

I need to go escape for a bit because this story needs to get told but life keeps getting in my way.

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