Are these curse words for any other families? My Dad uttered it daily, when he couldn’t find a tool, or his shoes, or anything to eat.
That’s how I feel right now. I can’t find a story to write.
Twelve more days of this torture I signed up for.
A high school friend wrote on the first day of my experiment, “Don’t let me down!” Ugh. The guilt. But it’s working because I know I could never sleep tonight if I didn’t get something posted. Thank you, Jane.