I am conscious of the fact that I have a long way to go before I become a writer of worth. But I’m also aware that the Universe seems to be conspiring to connect me with people and resources that are helping me to write better.I think my Writing Angel is sitting on my shoulder now, whispering, “Grow, Grow.”


Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers: “Grow, grow” ~ Talmud


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