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Writing has become a daily “thing” with me. I never know what I’m going to write. Sometimes things just pop into my head. For instance, my husband asked me to check his butt for cat puke, and I immediately wrote a story about my pets.
Picking up after my husband and grown sons aggravated me one day, which led to me writing about the daily annoyances of living with messy men.
I’ve been writing a series of “Growing up in the South” stories that have done very well. I’m enjoying the memories of my long-ago childhood.