I didn't mean to do it. I cracked. I cracked open the book I've been waiting to finish. The book I've always known is MY book.
The story that keeps me up at night. The one that makes me laugh and cry.
I was almost done in August when I put it away.
Scared of success? Maybe.
Mostly I just have a husband who mumbles "Fairy Tales..." and rolls his eyes whenever I write. And I was sad. And I wanted to prove I was more than that. That I could be the BEST mother and the BEST wife and the BEST teacher.
And I did that. YES I DID. Just scroll back a few posts. And about three weeks ago I cracked, and I opened the file.
And that's all she wrote because I've been writing on the waves of delicious word lace ever since.
Screw it. I am what I am. And I'm damn addicted.
"You just said you love me, now if I say I love you and just throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may and you're lying to me I'm gonna f*&^n' die." ~ Clarence True Romance (best movie evah.)