If You Post It, They Will Come…

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The self same voice spoke to me a while ago. I listened. My wife suffered.

I was to be a writer. My blog was my field of dreams. I could smell the grass. Hear the knock of leather on timber. Watch my success going sailing over the outfield and into the corn.

“Can’t you see those ghosts?”

“All I can see is a very muddy field and a man who will go broke before his game is done.”

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I still did it. 

I will always do it. 

If I am born again a billion times, I will do it. 

 

All work and no play….?

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