Inside the Muse's Purse
Because the voices in my head needed a platform.
You just might become it
It's part of the process.
Open your eyes
And you will see
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the bravest of them all?
Of all the things that could have happened,
Every element in the universe combined and colluded,
To give you,
I believed in my dream and in myself.
For the most part, whenever I was in that creative zone, in my element, I ceased being just the weird girl in the corner and I morphed into something more, something weirder – a goddess.
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Writing about sex and getting paid to do it
Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…
Purely curvy & delightfully voluptuous
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Musings of an alcoholic writer