So, here we are, just about a week later... guess what....I'M STILL WRITING!!
I have hit my goal for the week and then some, so apparently, I am finally writing what I should have been writing long ago. And you know what else? I think I have a trilogy on my hands. Yep. Pretty sure I have three books in my head, pouring out into a word document.
I don't know if I'll ever get published, or if I will ever share my entire books, but I have also come to realize that I am doing this for me. It is cathartic, and I have so needed to be writing about the right things.
I still have random thoughts, and things I want to blurt out, which I plan to share right here. I'm currently working on posts about compassion, liberals, stepmothers, and a trailer park, just to keep things interesting around here! I'd really like to transition this blog to focus on our blended family, but we shall see if I really get there or not :)
I've got about 750 things to do, so I had better get back to it! #750wordsperday
Here's a little something for your #HUMPDAY! #Book1 #ElleChane
I have hit my goal for the week and then some, so apparently, I am finally writing what I should have been writing long ago. And you know what else? I think I have a trilogy on my hands. Yep. Pretty sure I have three books in my head, pouring out into a word document.
I don't know if I'll ever get published, or if I will ever share my entire books, but I have also come to realize that I am doing this for me. It is cathartic, and I have so needed to be writing about the right things.
I still have random thoughts, and things I want to blurt out, which I plan to share right here. I'm currently working on posts about compassion, liberals, stepmothers, and a trailer park, just to keep things interesting around here! I'd really like to transition this blog to focus on our blended family, but we shall see if I really get there or not :)
I've got about 750 things to do, so I had better get back to it! #750wordsperday
Here's a little something for your #HUMPDAY! #Book1 #ElleChane
I lather the shampoo into my hair and begin to
massage my scalp, now allowing my mind to wander deeper, into the more shameful
memories that have transpired since that time. The things that my soul cries
out to share, but I can’t. I have to keep the secrets. If I could, what would I
share? Who would I share it with? Could I stand on a podium and speak to
hundreds, or thousands? Could I be an advocate for those who are as
terrified as I was? How could I stop being part of the problem by pretending it never happened and instead, be part of a solution?
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