Expectations for this writing year are souring.
While the desire is still red hot and the ability to swing a mean word
is still very much there, external factors keep playing the spoilers in the
Great Expectations of 2016 game-plan.
I am trying very hard not to take this constant crap personally but,
well, you know.
Still keeping up the good fight though.
Always.
Always.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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