I love stories whether they be in hardback, softback, electronic or audio. It’s amazing how my little journey into writing started with a story and thinking I can do that better! This writing thing has been a lifelong dream that continues to knock at the doors of my head and when it’s going well, creates some of the greatest legal highs available.
Yet, I find myself reading at the moment. I’ve devoured books as I always do, having finished three novels in the last five evenings. One has been an old warmly remembered friend of a wordsmith. The others have been of the new breeds, thrillers for the most part which aren’t my usual thing. I love these little interludes and moments of escape. I will always be a reader and a writer.
Don’t misunderstand me, I love you all and yet the lure of this stack of books has caught my attention more keenly than writing in this blog. Work is crazy and the stories are escapism and surreal helping me to decompress and download.
I have also been asked by my Dad to send him the link to my blog after my husband casually dropped it into conversation that I was writing. This has left me a little nervous, hell who am I kidding…. Terrified.
I am not sure this is an area of myself that I want to share? Do I want him to read some of the things I have written? Personal things?
To Share or Not to Share?
That is my question.
- When the Privates are Public (sdcs.wordpress.com)
- I want to be a good writer (sammydelali.wordpress.com)