The Permissible Personality
The house has been taken over by a tiny canine visitor, the chickens are molting and looking ridiculous, and an adorable, squealing baby is running around the house. Snowball the Cat is not pleased. Not pleased at all. Wait! This post is supposed to be about starting a writing business and here I am writing about my home life. Isn’t it irrelevant? Shouldn’t I screen out these fascinating tidbits about my personal life? Therein lies the question, doesn’t it? When I worked for the big corporation, I sought to find ways to express my slightly oddball personality without clashing too much with the official Corporate Persona. Coworkers who had become friends would talk about leaving their personalities in their cars every morning in order to fit in and gain respect. We’ve all seen the...
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