Six months ago I decided that it was time to do something that I love and that's write. I love to write. Writing has always been a passion of mine. It's sort of hard to explain but writing is kind of like breathing . . . I know, that's a bit dramatic, but for me it's the truth. If I go too long without writing I start to feel like I'm going to explode and the only thing that will save me is to release all of my tension in the form of words and stories.

So here's my story in a nutshell. Bear with me here, I'll make it fast. I wish my story was something really cool and exotic, but it's not. It's the same story that I'm sure every mother and wife has lived through at some point in time. I have three very beautiful and wonderful children and I have a husband that I absolutely adore. Now this may sound cliché, but somewhere in the past five years I lost "Kirby", I lost me! And it was terrifying. I was playing the part of mother, wife, sister, daughter, aunt, chef, chauffer, entertainer, boo boo kisser etc. etc. etc., all while working a full time job. I know, I know, boo hoo, dry my tears blah blah blah. But if you've never "lost" youself then you don't really understand what it feels like. Anyway, back on track . . . I voiced my concerns to my husband and he said "Kirby, you need to something you love, do something for you. And don't do something that's related to me or the kids." So I sat down and I started writing, which is what I've always done and I had an AH HAH moment! Seriously . . . it was a cue-the-marching-band kind of moment! I decided to lengthen one of my short stories into a full length novel, and somewhere along the way I decided that my ultimate goal would be self publication. So basically, that's what puts me here . . . in front of my computer furiously typing away to relieve my brain of the jumbled mess of words that are begging to be let out.

Unfortunately for me, the words keep flowing and my mind keeps racing but my eyes just keep wanting to close. Damn eyes! I knew they couldn't be trusted!

So apparently, deciding to publish a book and actually having to finish said book can lead to some severe writer's block . . . who would've thought?

Last night I was sitting in front of a white screen that said "Chapter 15" and the cursor was just sitting there blinking at me and I thought "What the hell is wrong with me? This is just writing, and I love to write! It doesn't matter if it's good, I can always go back and change it, but I just NEED to write!" So I started typing and believe it or not I found my words again, or maybe they found me. And thank God for that because I really felt like I was being suffocated!

So here I am tonight, obviously writing on this blog instead of my book because, well, it just felt like something I wanted to do and that's what this journey is about. Right? Doing something for me . . .something I want to do?!