Next stop, prostitutery

Lately, along with wanting to make clothes and bake cakes, I’ve found myself wanting to write more and more. I always heard that creativity begets creativity. I don’t know how much of what I write qualifies as creative, but I have certainly been writing more since I decided to write/post every day. I am always afraid that saying so much will soon turn into telling far too much, but I fear I burned that bridge long ago.

I’ve said before that I’ve always written. Well, that’s not always true. I’ve gone through long, long black spots of producing nothing beneficial at all…but somehow, I’ve always thought of myself as a writer. I suppose I’ve always known it was where I’d return.

I decided a while back that perhaps, if I ever wanted to write more than this blog, that I might do well to find myself a writing partner – someone to bounce ideas off of, research, plot and plan, and generally just collaborate with creatively.

And as weird as it may sound, I don’t know that I would really be able to do that with someone I actually knew. Despite all my flittery, I really am quite insecure about how people regard me in person.

I thought that the concept of a writing partner might be a little strange, but Google told me otherwise. That made me feel a little better.

Now the only mystery was how to find someone who wouldn’t go all Single White Female on me.

To be honest, I have this fairytale Beaches scenario in my head, where I correspond with some faraway person and we finally meet when our first book is released to massive crowds.

I never said I was realistic.

I found this website called that seemed to be just what I was looking for. So I made an ad.

Hardest thing I’ve ever written.

It was like a cross between a dating profile, a personals ad, and a business resume. These are things that should never, ever go together. Ever.

I’m not really expecting much, but I figured it was worth a shot.

If I come up missing in the next few months, that’s what happened.

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