Richard was born a writer but was forced to get “a real job.” Sometimes Richard can’t sleep at night and tells himself stories to relax. But they usually don’t come out best at first telling and wouldn’t it just be easier to get up and write them down? So he does. By the time the commuter train pulls into the downtown station for his real job, Richard has bloodshot eyes and a pretty good story on his laptop.

Happy listening,

Kris

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