A beatiful mind…or so I’ve heard

Last night my Lit prof told me I have the mind of a scholar. Wow! I mean, I don’t get that all the time. I forgot how nice it feels when someone tells you that you’re smart.

My muse came by for a visit yesterday. I dove into working on a book I started in 2003. I don’t add to it much because it hits too close to home on some levels. It’s probably been months since I even opened that file, but suddenly I felt the need for a creative purge.
The story is about a woman that’s jaded and cold. She’s who I would have been if one or two things had been a bit different back in the day. Back then I was hell bent on never getting married and never having kids. What if I hadn’t met the man I eventually married? What if I let other people’s mistakes dictate how I treated myself and those around me? What if…

I have kept this book almost secret. I haven’t posted any of it anywhere and I haven’t let anyone read it. I’m hoping to finish it one day and maybe even let other people in on the secret.

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