I have two "day jobs": home-based writer of steamy love stories and housewife making a whole lot of expenses not happen. I've had 300 short stories published, so I still have a ways to go to reach Scheherazade's 1001 Arabian Nights. Fortunately, my husband is a great guy, and I have a computer. I also have a garden, pets, dishes and laundry.
Sometimes I wonder, would Scheherazade have been such a prolific storyteller without servants—and without the incentive of having to come up with a cliffhanger each night so her psychotic (albeit “the king”) husband wouldn’t kill her in the morning?
Scheherazade told stories to save her life. I tell them because being a writer is a fundamental part of my life. So I’m going to see how hard it is to be as prolific a storyteller as she was in a nonlethal setting. I’m going to write 1001+ love stories while happily married and while wrangling the blasted housework.
The Square Foot Garden
The Beginning of Harvest Time
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