Daily Musings

Thing roaming in my head

Coming to WDC every once in a little while is like visiting an old
friend. Lots of fond memories and catching up to do. Why did I ever
pause writing? At some point it was I ever wanted to do from my
waking moment, so what changed? I wonder if knowing I did started
once gave me the confidence to think that I could pick it up
whenever I felt like it.

Ironically I started seriously adding to my portfolio here when I was
working full time for a Broker. It seems that at the time I could
squeeze in a couple of chapters no matter how busy I was. It brings
me no comfort to see that now that I own my own computer and that
I have entire afternoons and weekends with plenty of spare time it
takes me so long to come here.

I realize now that I'm utterly embarrased. About being a quitter
when I swore this is my "THiNG" . I mean, WTH!!! Didn't I always
have a good story to tell? Wasn't I the one who started writing and
reading things when I was 3 years old and barely potty trained??

It became obvious to me that I hit a really big block last year
when I finished my children's book. With the exhilarating
happiness of birthing my first work here I also had a bad break-up.
My Grandmother passed, and to pack it in I also had lost my job.

Instead of using that pain to channel my work, I withdrew and
became a zombie. Lots of things have gotten better. I grew some
more in the past year. I a most def. trying to come in little by little
and touch bases with Z.Crespo so that she can regain the
confidence she lost since I parted. She is the part of me that keeps
dreaming and lives everywhere. Hopefully one day she and I can sit
down so I could share a good srory once again. Until then take care
and be well.

xoxo