Writing

I just want to write another book…damnit! It seems like 2016 came at me with a vengeance. One thing after the next. Hell upon hell. As my mom always says, “Can’t make this shit up”. The tales I could tell would have you all with your mouths dropped, you laughing hysterically, or have you on the phone with the nuthouse to have me committed.

They say life only gives you what you can handle. Well, apparently like is illiterate and did not read my life story from start to present. If life had, life would know that I have already been dragged through hell and back (over and over). I continue to face all of life’s monsters, but I am at the point of turning into one myself. I had no intention of becoming a monster. Life has broken me to the point of where I am losing who I am. I distance myself from many and cover my emotions from the rest.

Writing is my outlet. Writing is my passion. I do not want to lose the one thing that keeps me sane….

 

XoXo

A writer gone mad :-p