Don’t remember where I initially found this, but I saw it while going through my folders today.
Also, I am at Starbucks in Downtown Covina enjoying free refills on iced coffee (I’ve had 3 already, although I did only get a tall because it’s cheaper) and listening to Kari Jobe and trying to write the book I am always trying to write. How do you even start writing a book? At the beginning? Because I tried that.
I feel like a mom who is pregnant, not that I’d really know, but with this life inside of you that you absolutely have to get out or it will become very bad for your health. Get out of me, book baby!!!!!!!