..or Henrietta.
That's the title of my new book/short story, whichever finishes faster.
Beak dreams of making it to the Fortune 500* by the time he is 35**.I laugh at him, but I don't let people ridicule my novelist pipe dream. It's funny because he has no idea what business he wants to be in, in much the same way as I have no clue what I want to write about.
And both of us just know, intuitively,that we will.
:)
Errata:-*actually, the Forbes Millionaire list , and **by the time retires at an earlier age than 35.
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2 comments:
what about dilli-bert!!
Dillibert, my dear, is the first masterpiece we shall pen!
(we...ever..:)
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