The Train

Posted on Categories Anxiety, Coronavirus, COVID-19, Mental Illness, Pandemic, Writing Life

train suicide Navelgazing Writer

This is what it feels like waiting for COVID-19 to kill me.

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My old midwife/birth worker life is long gone and my new life as a writer and sex worker is here and going well. At the moment, I'm finally back to working on 3 Memoirs and one Psychological Thriller. I have given up deadlines for just putting words on the page, so no clue when any of them might be finished. I'm working on it, though! Much of what I write is as a legacy to my kids, although I am sure to embarrass them to tears at times. So be it!

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