So I signed up for NANOWRIMO. I had big plans. I was going to write the book that’s been pounding on my brain for the last six months. I was actually going to transfer the words from my head to my fingers and out into the world via my keyboard. Except none of that has happened. I’m not complaining. Not really.
I haven’t had time to write because I’ve been so busy with Indie Designz which is what feeds my family, and my family has this nasty habit of eating on a daily basis. I doubt they’re going to rehab for this addiction so I need to find a way to fund their habit. While I don’t dream of being a best selling author or even a full time writer, I did hope to finally be able to share my journey. Not only sharing it but putting it to rest. I thought if I could just write it all down then maybe I’d be able to let go of some of the not so pleasant events. I’d be able to move forward without the constant critical analysis that runs through my head whenever triggers of my past pop up out of nowhere.
I truly believe everything happens for a reason and when it’s suppose to. So I know that whenever I’m suppose to share my story then I will.
I guess the universe just isn’t ready to read the awesomeness that is me, and I can live with that.