Talk:Lifestyle of writing

I've followed a link to a page that doesn't exist yet. The story of my life. More than I did yesterday, the day before that, or any day before that, I realize that until I create it, the page doesn't exist to be read, I must create it in my mind. I've been floating through life taking whatever comes. I realize now that I am who wrote the "whatever comes", and I'm so dissatisfied with it I'm hiding from it...telling myself it doesn't exist.

So it's time to create the next page of my life. 