I have always dreamed of being an author.
To be like Danielle Steel. To have a lot of cash. A big house.
And write a million books.
To go to author signings
To be popular.
I don’t know why I remembered this today, but I did.
Isn’t that scary? Not in a bad way, but in a good way.
I think I know why.
In a couple of days, after I have time to think about this, I’ll share my thoughts.
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