By Michelle Beckett
5am. I am suddenly awake, bolt upright. A strange feeling. I had to get up NOW and do it. I knew I couldn’t do anything else until I did.
I needed to WRITE. The creative juices that I long to flow when I want them to were bursting through a dam of their own accord. The malady of the right brained.
I’m not a writer, but a business owner. I ...Read more...