Finally

Finally I have found my muse…

I took many hours composing horrible if not putrid prose, but I think I have overcome this for now.

I forgot how wonderful it is to write when the words flow and the story jumps from your mind in waves of splendor. Where you are a mere conduit for two mediums to transfer data, ending in a wondrous moment in time, where you start to believe in prophesy.

I hope this problem is gone for good, thou I doubt it. One thing I have learned is writing opens up our deepest fears, and tears at our soul. I begin to wonder at what point I will accept my writing for what it is and set my mind free to explore writing at its core, without fear, self-doubt, apprehension or any negative side effects.

If that day ever comes true… I don’t know if I could handle it.



Thx for all your support. I hope you never experience anything closely resembling this in your life.

All aboard for the emotional roller coaster that is writing…