My stomach churns
And my fingers ache
My brain screams
My heart shakes
I am deeply sick
In anxious anticipation
Of all the worlds I will write
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
My stomach churns
And my fingers ache
My brain screams
My heart shakes
I am deeply sick
In anxious anticipation
Of all the worlds I will write
I'm going to try and make a living off of writing. Book 1 is in the last stages of editing, book 2 is in the first stages of writing. Praying for inspiration and motivation and clear signs to tell me if this is what I'm meant to do with my life.
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