I left her place feeling better, confident and ready to type the day away. I still have no idea how to do this but I have a starting point and better than that she will be my content editor so I can throw up my thoughts and she can organize them. The heat was killing me and my body was feeling drained but I was on such a high I could ignore it...for now anyway. I turned west down 14th street and decided to head back to Jersey to nap and walk Cleopatra.
Until this very moment I believed that success was determined with a monetary value and not measured by the amount of happiness added to your life...but now I get it. Whether or not my book is a NY Times Bestseller is irrelevant, it actually doesn't matter...writing makes me feel good and makes my soul sing, it's what I crave and want. I'm a writer in NYC...I get to live my dream and no amount of money can replace that...
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