I was weeding through my files of paper (the one thing I hoard) and found this. Recently married and working as a temp, I was feeling the frustration of being pulled in two directions; the need to make money, and my need to write. This essay was born out of that miasma.
I live for the HEA and am constantly striving to improve my craft. Social media is the only place I connect with my peeps, so I rely on it for feedback about writing and the writing life.