I live with many worldly vices, but the one holding my back the most is the necessity of money. Money might not buy happiness, but existing without it is nearly impossible. I am a bird anchored to a tree that ironically doesn't grow money, but tells us we need it. I do not let this keep me down. Every day I pulled on my tether until finally I was on my own. Now, I travel the country with this money tree tied to me. I take what odd jobs I can to get the green I need to survive. I am tied down, but I still fly.
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The Writing Rock
General FictionAs a member of a writing club, I end up with several short pieces and nothing to do with them so this book is dedicated to that. I won't be publishing everything I write, but if it isn't terrible, it'll probably end up here.
