A year later, and all I want is still a book deal. I was only a few days away from a job offer though, so at least, I got out of that shit.
Into more shit.
Not that the job is bad, but it’s not great, and life around it has been tough.
Too much survival, not enough life.
Happy birthday to me.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1293 words, novel: Father Lightning