Before I was anything… a singer, a rocker, an artist, a girlfriend… I was a writer. It was the passion that enveloped me and pushed me forward. I was obsessive and quirky and driven to finish my books. I was creative and imaginative and dreamed of being published.
But then things started to get in the way…
I started a band which led to great things but also led me away from my writing … and now five years later my favorite stories in the making have been kept simmering for too long.
The characters are scratching at my head and wiggling their way back into my creative sector. Write. That’s all I want to do. I miss my stories. The playlists that accompanied them and the hours of research. I miss seeing the characters come to life and feeling the story unfolding.
I finished one book five years ago and its been sitting there untouched for just as long.
I need to shut out the world for a few days and spend some quality time with a blank page and my muses.
I need to go to that place no one knows about and let everything flow freely.
Think of it as a vacation.
But when I come back… I’ll have stories in hand.
♥ WendyBirdGypsy
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