Start Writing…
Never have more important words been spoken (written) to me than when I sat (laid) in my hotel room bed to pen this latest Substack post. The blank page before me stating simply, “Start writing…”
Along this bumpy road there are potholes that would swallow a tank. So far I’ve avoided the big ones, but recently I’ve had a wheel…
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