Working, working, working...

The wonderful world of freelance writing...money is tight and work is hard to come by. AND the work you do get is very rewarding but the pay off in satisfaction and earnings doesn't come until the end. So you find yourself questioning every word you write and debating if you should just bag it...

I am VERY committed to helping Dr. Green bring her dreams to reality just as she is committed to helping me. It's just tough. I'm sitting in her home office looking at FOUR Masters Degrees and a PhD hanging on her wall.

And she wants ME? to write for her?...

Strange bedfellows indeed...

I asked God for a sign today that the decisions I was making were right? Were they part of the bigger plan in my life? Maybe I'll find out tomorrow...

Be well dear ones, be well...