NaNoWriMo Challenge Beckons Me Again
Goodbye. I’m leaving you after this. I felt I needed to write this because I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or the day after. All of it is a mystery to me. And I’m afraid. 
Goodbye. I’m leaving you after this. I felt I needed to write this because I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or the day after. All of it is a mystery to me. And I’m afraid. 
I am looking for the type of cover for my latest book, my son. It tells of a Mystical Journey I embarked upon several months ago, arriving in Ithaca, New York, for a three-day retreat. There, I met a teacher who explained how I could understand my life and its meaning.
And like Buddy Holly once said: “That’ll be the day . . . that I die.”
(The following is an excerpt from a book I wrote entitled
“St. Francis of Assisi, A Novel Awakening to Lady Poverty“)
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