Yep, I let it expire.
And I was on the fence till the eleventh hour.
I’m kinda mourning it this morning.
In my pursuit of writing as a career and not a hobby, and of picking my name, that RAELYNBARCLAY.COM was like a birth certificate.
The expiration notice, the one saying nothing can be recovered, sitting in my inbox this morning is like that phone call a loved one has passed.
Will there be regrets? Probably.
In the meantime, soldiering on.