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A few hours can certainly make a difference. Having just given birth it feels like a weight has been lifted off of me. The darkness that had seemed to hover over me for so several months has seemingly gone away. It’s refreshing to wake up happy and hopeful again. My new bundle of joy a happy, bouncing baby boy is simply adorable. He smiles — yes he’s just a day old and he’s smiling. He coos and loves to cuddle. All this happiness and love is exactly what I needed, but my imagination has kicked in at overdrive.
My protective maternal nature is going through a tailspin. Vampires, aliens, weird monsters and other threats permeate my dreams threatening harm against my little one. Each and every time it has been me doing battle with some vile creature to protect my child. One might be concerned about these type of dreams, but I’m not. Whenever I experience great stress, good or bad I always have dreams where I battle something. The good thing is I save my baby and not allow something bad to happen to him. That’s the difference between where I have come from and where I am now.
Then just as quickly as the danger passes I dream of some other weird thing that might translate into a story idea for one of my novels or screenplays. The ideas are rolling out once again and my little black idea book is overflowing with potential plots. The good thing is now I can begin a new piece to help me get back on point. I haven’t written or worked on anything since the last week before my son was born.
A writer must write each and every day. I look forward to getting back to writing. God willing my short story will be ready by the end of the year. Its almost complete and I’m so excited for it to be released online. Thank God my depression has lifted and my creative muse has returned. Happy writing all. Let’s tell some great stories.
So it’s been awhile since I ventured into blogging. I am going to start by sharing my writing journey with you. For ten years I have been creating stories of triumph, disappointment and hurt. Ten years ago I thought that I was going to be the next great author. I never imagined in a million years that it would be such a long and arduous journey. There have been times, which have truly been frustrating, but it is exactly those times that have given me the opportunity to strengthen my writing as well as provide fodder for new stories.
I never wanted to self-publish I was always interested in being published by a big commercial publisher. Turns out that is extremely difficult to get someone to want to take you on. I have tons of letters nicely written saying good luck, but this is not for us. So many times I have asked why continue? Because it’s what I am truly happy and content to do.
This last year has been a doozy for me. My husband lost his beloved grandmother and grandfather within a year of each other and I lost my mother. Three deaths within a year is a bit much to handle, but somehow we got through. I know it was because of my faith in God, but some days I just wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear. My faith has sustained me and moved me back to the place where I only want to create and write stories for people.
Two weeks ago I went to a leadership training that talked about power and leadership. I thought I understood what those words meant, but I was given a new way to look at power and truly being a leader. Interesting enough the training was for a job that I was supposed to have, but in the end didn’t get. I’m okay with that though because what I realized while I was away is that I want to only write. Nothing more, nothing less.
So today I am taking the first step forward to begin to self publish a short story that I have written. I hope that along the way I will be able to share this journey with you and give hope to someone who may need it. Writing is not only cathartic, but energizing for me. I am completely absorbed and taken in by the words that trail my keystrokes on the page. I am an author and screenwriter. I will claim this for myself and walk right into what I want to be.