Sometimes I wish I could write down every thought I want to express.
Sometimes I wish I was still an “anonymous” author and didn’t have to worry about real-life fall out when I share with you.
When did the worry of “fall-out” take over my writing?
How do I make it go away?
Sometimes I contemplate starting over … anonymous, once again.
But then …
How would you find me?
And, of course, I want you to find me.
I like you.
I like writing to you – I really do.
Sometimes I wish I could tell you about the deep fears, the frustrations, the love, the hurt …
The disappointments and the hopes.
Oh, and the good-byes.
I could write pages and pages about the movie-worthy, heart-wrenching, good-byes.
Life can be so utterly tragic –
I can find humor in almost every tragedy … but not when my pen is silenced.
I have so many untold stories bursting within me.
Stories worth telling.