Melissa’s Cozy Teacup

I have a goal to send my finish manuscript to be considered for publishing before my fortieth birthday. It’s in July. I want to get a job. It’s a comfort zone thing. You work, you gripe, you die and go to heaven. End game. When you are working for yourself in, any field, and the going gets rough, sometimes your thoughts turn to a false sense of security that only working for someone else can provide.

I think I’ll tough it out and between unloading and loading the dish washer and loads of laundry and painting, a book will be created and sent off to be critiqued in the hopes that it is found worthy of finding its way to the printer and finally to a book shelf near you.

So now you know.