I’m in a Walmart parking lot. I sit and I wait.
I have a lot on my mind. My book that I recently self-published. The book I’m currently writing and should be completed by the first week of March. Then there are the projects still to be written, and trying to determine which one gets to go first, all of them saying pick me.
But today I’m not behind the desk editing. I have meetings to attend, emails to reply to about upcoming projects, community projects, because outside of writing, I have committed myself to serving, volunteering, helping in any way to bring hope help, and my heart to those who are hurting, the disenfranchised because I do believe in the philosophy that 13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
The story I’m writing will be there when I get home.
