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Thursday, August 22, 2013

Minute in the life of an author

Warning: This is not a poem.

So, I live in the Redwoods of Northern California. They are beautiful but they have two problems: they are logistically far from everywhere and everyone; I am allergic to them. So for the last three hours I, and my family, have been driving for my business, not writing, and to visit with family. As of writing this, we still have about an hour of driving left. We decided to pull over and eat. While watching m family eat, I noticed that my daughter, who is a toddler is a trooper. We do this trip at least a couple of times a month and she never yells or complains. I am smiling right now because I know it won't last. Sigh oh well.

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