Since then so much has happened. Life has happened. And within the shuffle my writing has taken a backseat. Honestly, more like the backseat of an extra long stretch limo (because my life is THAT glamorous)!
I still write everyday...in my head. I'm a dreamer. A hopeless romantic in the artistic sense of the phrase. There is always dialogue in my head. My mother always said, you can talk to yourself as long as you're not answering back! Ha! Well, I'm not too shy to say there's full conversations going on over here! Unique, yes. Quirky, yep. A tiny bit of insanity, probably. I'm ok with that too:)
It was one of the greatest writers of our time, Lewis Carroll, who spoke through his beloved characters when Alice and the Cheshire Cat spoke, "But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here."
And now I can feel myself straying off. This happens often:) My mind is ALWAYS writing new stories.
The simplicity of this post is just this though, I want to write. I need to write. It's been a part of who I am since I can remember. It's fire and passion and light to me! Granted, I need some direction lately as to the what, how and where. But it's a force much greater than me and it is surfacing. I NEED to write. The question remaining now...who will want to listen? (maybe more importantly, does that actually matter?!)
