I spent quite a while on a “Climbing Rose” story for Medium (my story series) and I just erased the whole thing by mistake. Ugh. Frustrating.
That’s a message that it’s time for bed.
Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Bummer but had to laugh, when I saw title I thought this would be a tragic tale of a woman pushed too far! You have a million stories to tell Alice, don't mourn the one too much.
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Hi Liz! Thank you.
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