Wasted time.

I’ve wasted time and wasted money, spent my time, spent my money.  I haven’t wasted my life. Or have I?  Sometimes I must write spontaneously, since I don’t have a plot in mind for this story.  I had planned on it being picaresque, with a bunch of short stories, now it looks like a bunch of short chapters.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but most importantly is finding the narrator’s voice, MY voice, the voice of God.  The author is God.


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