They tell me I’ve been writing this stripper memoir for 50 days straight now. And that is why my mind feels like a massive plate of spaghetti- a mountain of random thoughts askew, piled up on top of each other, some even stuck together- the occasional meatball to chew on for a while and feel
I’ve been writing every day for the past 2 weeks- a minimum of 888 words a day so I’ve got a chunk of something under my belt now. The bad news is 98.5% of it is absolute crap that I’d be embarrassed to show my 11th grade English teacher. The good news is 1.5% of
Tomorrow is the day of reckoning – I start writing the memoir. So, if you were ever a jerk to me, watch out. And if I was ever a jerk to you, I promise you your day of reckoning is coming too. I paid a business coach a thousand bucks to hold me accountable for this.
