Oh dear oh dear. Barb Michelen, what's possessed you to restrict your obvious talent for writing into merely "typing some stuff and making good money" (whether you work from home or elsewhere)? For truly, Barb Michelen, someone of your calibre should focus their energies on producing something way more worthwhile than just some typings for money. Think of the reading public, Barb Michelen - think of the generations to come. Think Nobel Prizes, Barb my dear, think of yourself on your deathbed, giving up on life but secure in the knowledge our children's children will sing your praise and learn to recite your passages - willingly, Barb Michelen, willingly and with their wee hearts beating faster - off by heart, sometimes replacing their evening prayers with them, too (a sin, yes, but I'm certain one Those Upstairs will smilingly absolve them of, given the quality of your lines).
So really, Barb Michelen, I am disappointed in you for coming here to demean yourself thus. Shame on you, girl. Off you go to work on your masterpiece. And make sure to come back and let me know when it's available in a bookstore near me (but not before, thank you).
This is a place of introspection and bollocks where I write as much for myself as for you, my potential Reader. Comment is free, but f you're rude, I'll delete you. Power.
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Oh dear oh dear. Barb Michelen, what's possessed you to restrict your obvious talent for writing into merely "typing some stuff and making good money" (whether you work from home or elsewhere)? For truly, Barb Michelen, someone of your calibre should focus their energies on producing something way more worthwhile than just some typings for money. Think of the reading public, Barb Michelen - think of the generations to come. Think Nobel Prizes, Barb my dear, think of yourself on your deathbed, giving up on life but secure in the knowledge our children's children will sing your praise and learn to recite your passages - willingly, Barb Michelen, willingly and with their wee hearts beating faster - off by heart, sometimes replacing their evening prayers with them, too (a sin, yes, but I'm certain one Those Upstairs will smilingly absolve them of, given the quality of your lines).
So really, Barb Michelen, I am disappointed in you for coming here to demean yourself thus. Shame on you, girl. Off you go to work on your masterpiece. And make sure to come back and let me know when it's available in a bookstore near me (but not before, thank you).
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