From time to time, I ask myself, "what are you doing? Are you getting serious about this writing business?"
I began this writing visit as a fun hobby. But now, scribbling is important. I acquired this text. That could work. Yes, trade that text.

I examine this intrusion on my humdrum world, which I cherish because I might publish a story one day. For real!  Published work is a motivation for me. If I maintain this struggle, the illusion will sustain my enthusiasm. Without it, writing is tougher.

I cope with a dream much better than one bad luck after another. Who has command over adversity?  But, I have clout over fantasy. And this I cherish.

It opened a wholesome life. To put it another way, I’ve fallen in love and my ambition is to accept this matron’s care.

She knows how to build me. I realize it. I was a bigger wreck when I appeared. She holds me when I make mistakes. And yes. She hammers me with views I’m not willing to compromise on sometimes. But I will always stay loyal. She has my heart.

I chalk the affair as an enhancement to my existence. It provides me with various viewpoints to consider, which is par for the course. Then again, I deal with obstruction daily. This I learned. For many of my struggles have been for unsound reasons.