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  • Writer: kjstewart091893
    kjstewart091893
  • Apr 12
  • 2 min read

It is officially almost five in the morning, just one minute till. Currently, I have finished the set up of this blog site. Mind you, I had to spend some money to do it. I can't help but wonder if it will be worth it, or if I just plunged myself deeper into a hole I won't be able to get out of. As a plus, some of it won't come out for a year. On the downside, some will come out monthly. I'm sure if I budget and plan and not spend money anymore like devils are burning a hole in my pocket, I'll be fine.


Here's the conclusion I've come to: when you start chasing a dream, you need to be willing to spend a few bucks on the things that you will need. In this case--this blog. I have to trust myself. The anxiety I feel is that this isn't about the blog itself, but the money I spent on it. However, I remain optimistic. If I pick up shifts at work, budget myself and use my money wisely, I will be fine. I know this to be true just like I know the sun rises and sets with each day.


As I've said, my goal is to post at least once a day, sometimes twice if the inspiration hits me. Expect poetry and short stories for the time being until I can get a novel idea pinned down. As crazy as it may sound (or perhaps not to those of you who are like minded), I feel great about being able to sit down and just purge the ideas that roll around into my head on something solid--an archive I can go back and look at. I feel absolutely amazing about being able to sit at this table and just type again. Feeling the words flow free and leave my head is exhilarating. To think I had forgotten what this felt like.


Anyways, stay tuned! Blessed be to you, Nuggets!

 
 
 

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