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I agree, Cat. Life is about the journey, not the destination. In my case I write for the sheer love of it. There are many days when my creative spirit seems like a vast stretch of the Sahara desert, and all I feel is the frustration of my words evaporating of all meaning as they hit that dry desert sand. But then there are those moments when words pour onto the page and I can't type fast enough to keep up, and the whole endeavor becomes more than worthwhile. Like any creative person, I'd love to discover that what I do resonates with others. Since I can't seem to fit into anywhere in the regular world any more, maybe my writing can become the way I one day earn my living. Fame? Fortune? Those are not what I seek. If I recieved a fortune, I'd give most of it away. If I became famous, I would hide.
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