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Soundtrack of my life – Entry #3 – In My Room – Wilson Phillips

Writing is a solitary act, one that can be confused with being a crazed hermit or grumpy bear. At least that is what goes on in my house. When I go into my writing "cave" the other members of my family push crumbs of sustenance under the door and hold conversations from the hallway. It may be that after several… Continue reading Soundtrack of my life – Entry #3 – In My Room – Wilson Phillips