In which I promise to stop undermining myself, and challenge you to do the same. Added to that, is a second promise/challenge, to reflect not only on what we hopeto harvest in terms of our writing career, but what we did to achieve it as well.
No wine for me this time, all I had was my bed, dogs in my lap, and the comfort of hearing man's voice downstairs, which means he's still here.
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