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I do a lot of things, some of them well, some not so well. I design art, I feed hte Minions, find Things Lost and Hidden, help Sparkly Hubby. Sometimes I sneak in a shower. These things are a given, made tangible through practice and error. But what about writing? Plenty of error there, heh heh.
I paused before answering her, guilty like a teenager caught with cigarettes hidden under a mattress. I did not answer her as she squished me onto the plate because honestly I'm not sure when you can label yourself as such. When one is published, I suppose I will answer different. I surmise that the hours I spend plotting and revising don't count -- simply because I am unfinished.
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