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I am a vertically challenged female between the age of 25 and 100. I also happen to be a frustrated script and playwright whose career suffered a tragic death due to Covid. I am currently turning one of my screenplays into a book. This is a format I’m not used to writing in which drives me to the point of wanting to throw myself off my roof; unfortunately, it’s not high enough. So I will complete my manuscript, I will do it; I will get it done. Like Madonna trying to hang on to her youth, I will persevere, I will fill these blank pages, and they will be interesting damn it! Do you see how I did that? The damn it part? That’s for dramatic affect. I know that because I write. 

So here I am, a short, middle-aged, pasty, out-of-work writer with the whole internet at my disposal, dangerous, I know. To make a living, I did the next best thing, I surrounded myself with books. There were many emotions that came with my job. Sometimes, it was like a warm bath, being submerged in the thing you love all day. It brought on a namaste state of mind. Then, there were other moments of knowing I will not live long enough to read everything I want. The worst part was that little bastard, the little green-eyed monster of jealousy that sat on my shoulder every now and then, and whispers in my ear, saying, “Hey, you know you could be home writing the next best thing that could be sitting on these shelves.” It took everything in me to take a deep breath and downward dog his ass across the room, hoping he'd hit something sharp along the way.  

So in conclusion, I am here at the recommendation of my therapist to find an outlet for my creative yayas. And as a result, you the reader will be subjected to my rants, opinions, scribbling, and maybe, sometimes humorous comments. 

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