So I’ve decided to face the monster in the forest (or more likely in a coffee shop). Sometimes she’s not a monster in my mind but more of an ogre. At other times she’s a goddess. I’ve offered to meet with her to shut down the story writing in my mind. It is exhausting. I don’t even know if she will meet with me and if she does I expect in front of me will be a post-menopausal and insecure woman with a messy life. I wonder what character she has made me into?
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