Earlier this year discovered writing, and I fell for her so quickly that we made a commitment, and moved in together. Almost one year later, I’ll never let her go.
Last week someone asked me how I felt when I worked on my novel, or maybe I just volunteered the information.
“Image that your bank account had a balance in the millions, and anytime that you felt the urge, you could pick up a laptop or cell phone, and spend money on any website that you desired. Not only shop but purchase whatever your heart desires. The pleasure that you would feel from such an event is the same pleasure that I’m filled with every single time I work on my book. Actually, and most likely, I have the edge, not the shopper.”
Committed for life,