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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice book in great condition. Pages in excellent condition. No notes or highlighting. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> Still day in the reverie of a caf? near the ocean I sat sipping a latte as the bougainvillea felt inspired to throw purple petals on my writing note- book. I was recuperating from a job chosen by my fears not my heart. Once again I had ignored my creative passions due to something silly like security Recently I had started paying attention to my odd reactions to the jobs that led me away from the genuine creative expression I believe I was meant to share during my stay on planet earth. When I take a job simply for financial security and disregard the skills that bring me joy-writing teaching art or performance-1 basically become a complete moron. I become incapable of anything but a series of blunders. It is as if I intentionally sabotage myself so that I can’t work in such situations. I think this is the message: I’M SUPPOSED TO BE USING MY CREATIVE TALENTS (pronounce capped words in a loud voice). My last job took me so far off my path of creative expression (into of all things middle management ahhhhh!) that the spell of stupidity I fell under made the need for public flogging the only acceptable outcome I was creating. I was constantly losing little things-like entire mailing lists keys and paychecks. I would regularly trip over furniture computer equipment and the occasional client. My shoulder pads would end up on the outside of my dress by the day’s end… a sure sign one is in the wrong place. Obviously I was not really there… mentally. I was a blockhead masquerading so as to fit into a round slot. (LL)