It’s been a long road but I can finally see the finish line. I’m almost ready to release my first book but boy has it been a journey. Writing feels amazing to me. I can release my thoughts and emotions and sometimes share them with others in hopes to bring about some sort of reaction — positive reactions hopefully. I want to share my journey as I know I’m not the only one on this path but I do know every story is different. Won’t you walk with me?
In the beginning…
I’ve been writing since I can remember. I hated my own hand writing but I loved the stories that came from it. Growing up as an only child, I had a wild imagination. I can remember my first book being like 10 8 1/2″ X 11″ wide ruler sheets folded in half and stapled at the crease. You know, to give that bound look. Each page had a sentence or two with a colorful picture.
I remember showing it to my mom and her being like “Oh this is nice.” I was soooo proud of my creations. Now that I think about it, I can also remember when I moved away from wanting to write. It was when I started school and I realized there were so many rules to writing. “Use commas to separate words and groups of words in a simple series of three or more items.” or ‘Never end a sentence with a preposition.” Where was the fun in all that!!!
Oh and when typing/computers came into play “don’t forget to double-space after every sentence.” I mean, can I just write how I talk. NOPE!
My creativity was sucked from my soul and writing soon became a tedious task and not a creative outlet. I was able to have moments of quick release by writing my boot camp boyfriend love letters while away but that was it and that only lasted for a couple of months.
I went all the way through to college before the glimmer started coming back. I don’t know if it was the physical freedom of moving into my own space or dorm. Or if it was the opening of a new world for me, one where I was able to observe reality in a new light. Either way I started writing poems and stories intertwined with moments of love and lust. I pass some of my stories around to my close friends, just see how they would respond and to my surprised they were intrigued and wanted more.
Life soon started to spin out of control. Issues from finances, to relationships, to family conflicts, to grades soon deflected me once again from one of the things I loved most. And then it happened…
Come back next week to see what happened that truly knocked my passion out of sight and out of mind.
The Chronicles of DNC 
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