Last week I moved out into the country. A brand new trailer. I now have my own office. I should be happy, excited and ready to write. I am overwhelmed. I have a lot of stuff. The last place I lived, I lived for 15 years. I wrote a lot in long hand. I saved everything I wrote in longhand and that I typed. Magazines, newspapers and scribbled notes. I saved them all. I was unpacking and putting things in the closet that I wanted to keep. The closet is filled. I looked around and had no place to put any of the things I am currently working on. I still have no room. I am a Hoarder. I am overwhelmed. When I met my boyfriend fifteen years ago. He helped me overcome my hoarding problem then. I threw a lot of things away, but kept a lot and over the fifteen years, I have collected a more. I want this time to be different. I want a nice place to live. A place ...
I am a writer. I have to live to write. Writing is part of me. I have over 50 E-Books and print books on Amazon. I am a self-publisher. I do it myself with out being in debt. This is my life, A Writers, Life. Welcome to my World.