HOOONNNEEEYYY!!
Where are my pants?
I laugh at that line every time
And every time I hear the word pantser
That’s where my mind goes
Because when I sit to write
Where we go
Nobody will ever know
Least of all I
Why?
Because I just go with the flow
Let my fingers move with my mind
And it will be done in time
How much time?
Don't ask me
I never know
That’s what it means
To go with the flow
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So be it. It is what it is & it will be what it will be. (Kind of like the name of God in Exodus.) Love it.
Love this, Eric!!! The last line is dynamite!!!♥️♥️💕