I love to write...
I could honestly write about anything on God's green earth and beyond ..
I am comfortable writing on any topic ..
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I am never bored while doing so....
I have wrote since I was a preteen in my little diary my parents bought me and moved on to journals later. They were things I never wanted anyone to see such as about boys especially. Although, I had just one boyfriend back then it was all completely innocent yet I found it to be private. I share so much now I know. I had tragedy to strike and a therapist I had at the time thought it was best that I take up blogging as a way to express my pain though the net with people I did not know and to welcome any feedback. I was on live journal then and I received lots of feed back both good and bad. But, I must admit on blogger no one reads my blogs and I get no feed back whatsoever. I sometimes share my blogs on my facebook page and people leave me a like, but I know they do not read them in there entirety. I know since they would have something to say about them. I am not a great writer, but mediocre. But, everything I write is important to me or I would stop writing completely.
I suppose I will write even if no one reads anything I do. I have a job, a life but writing is a passion of mine. I have countless songs I have wrote as well as poems. I was unable to write songs living in the City, but I will be able to pick my guitar and sing without the fear of someone hearing me here or disturbing my neighbors as I did in the city. I am renting a quaint little cottage about 10 minutes from work, and I have grass to mow. I am really feeling better about my life here so far. It is as if this little house is my muse (thoughts have been coming to me non stop since my arrival and couple of days ago.) I know once I start work that my continuous thoughts of story topics and the words there in will cease, but for now I am enjoying the adventure of the mind.
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