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Here’s the plan.  I admit that my plans hardly ever work out. So I am accepting help. I sent some pages for proof reading. I’ve been editing news articles, and I think I’m getting better at it. It will possibly help in future.

Otherwise, I will stick to writing. I had two major ideas last night.

1.       Collect  12 of my heavy poems and do something with them

2.       There’s a book idea I sketched a few weeks ago, I will start on it and send to a    publisher.

You know they way I brag that I have no sense of fear. Yes it’s true, I can walk right into things.  However; today I got intimidated, and I smelt fear, and it wasn’t just because of the bunch of Asians facing me, ready to pounce. 
So I broke down  when one implied I must be ‘in business’ to mean the hooking business, “otherwise how can you survive here”, and he wasn’t any bit a looker either.

As I was going home feeling raw and bruised, with my head DJ playing-Goo goo doll's it's not my time,  the bus passed by a roadside shrine, and they were burning their incense and sacrifices.

I thought to myself. I’m so glad I don’t have to do that.

Happy are the people whose God is Jehovah.