Back in the mood of things...

So... ever since I was a little girl... I remember it being when I was in about 6th grade... I really enjoyed to just sit back and write stories... or make up stories.... I remember staying the night at my best friends house (whom I dub my sister) and I would just make up nonsense stories about our then crushes and create this fairy tale that never in a million years would happen... I loved that I gained the attention of those around me when I told the stories... I was excited when I could just rattle a whole line of nonsense from the top of my head and held people's attention. I felt good.

Shortly after I graduated High School I attended college for Children's literature. I learned a great deal of wonderful new skills and techniques to use in my writing and how to present each piece of my work. Though children's stories had never truly been my thing vs. writing more geared towards the adult romance novels (Oh yeah I said it!) Which is of course inappropriate for children.... so, I never did complete college for children's lit. Then I wound up having children of my own and I lost the urge to create and write for a really long while. I didn't have the time. I didn't have the space, the quiet to concentrate. So my creativity went out the window. It's been over 13 years since I've really sat down and applied myself to writing and I was nervous to start up once again.

Though... several months ago.. I did. I started up my writing once again... and I'm now 8 Chapters in to a book I am writing. I'm feeling a warm sense of accomplishment and thrill that I can create something from my own mind and put it to paper. (or computer).
I don't know if it will be a great book. I don't know if will be worth anyone's time or effort to read. But, just knowing I did it. That I accomplished something and followed through with it makes me proud. My husband has never been more proud of me for sticking to it and doing something that I love to do. He doesn't care if it turns out god awful or doesn't make any sense. He sees it as me expressing my creativity and I love him for that freedom.

It also gives me a sense of release for food as well... when I get into writing mode... I forget to eat and when I do... I eat what is given to me. My eldest daughter (she is 12) knows mom is steering clear of junk... so she makes me veggie bowls or the like to munch on while I work. So, my choices there are better when I get in my mode. Sure I wish to have a good enough book that would sell... but... if that is not in the cards, it's not in the cards. This will be my first book I've ever completed in its entirety. I'm used to working with open ended stories that just never end... but go on and on for forever.

I've lined up a good friend of mine who is an editor who will look over my finished book once I have it completed to look for the spelling errors, the grammar errors and my god awful punctuation errors... but to have a physical story prepared is the most exciting thing in the world to me. It is my sole goal in life... that before I die to have ONE of my books published. Whether it does good or not, that is up to the reader.

Thank you for letting me share and get this excited time off my chest. I'm going head first into this and hope to come out with a little pride. LOL.

Back to the books!