Just want to talk/share for a bit. Kids are sleeping, hubby is… missing in action somewhere (in the house) and I’m here. I should be sleeping… sleep. Now, there is a word, an act, a dream, a need, I have not had a good relationship with in a long while. It’s been years since I have slept well enough to wake up with a spring in my step. I need to rethink things if that’s the case. Right? I feel it sometimes when I’m multitasking into formats of tasks. I need to sleep more.
Lacking in sleep… The truth is that I’m starting to feel anxious, nervous about releasing my work onto those three readers that might actually like it or hate it. I’ve been sprinkling some quotes/excerpts from Some Kind of Heaven, Matl-isms. I don’t know if that was a good idea since I’ve not even published the work yet but I liked letting some of it out. I thought I’d get some feedback that would help me with that extra push to set it free. Thank you for your feedback on those excerpts.
Feedback. I met a New Yorker that has his writer’s world wonderfully figured out. Well, at least that is how I see it. He might be all messed up, living in a disheveled loft in one of those charming collegiate neighborhoods in the Upper West Side. What do I know? I don’t even know if that is a thing, I’m from Texas. But really, he’s very organized and his experience is invaluable to me. Not only that but he’s clear, concise, to the point of what he wants/needs to share. He hopes we take out of his insightful verbiage as much or more of what he puts in. It’s quite genuine. At the same time he’s building a reader-ship. The interdependent relationship being nourished effectively and thoughtfully. It’s an interesting development in my life. He’s a mentor of sorts, published, about to be published for the second time. J if you’re reading this, gracias… nuevamente (again).
Again. I’m a little anxious. I get nervous knots in my stomach and my balls shrink into little raisins. In case you’ve missed it, somehow, I grew balls when I started this blog and started sharing. I think it has added a great deal of quality to my life. This is what I’d rather be doing more than anything else. I don’t want to stop being a Mom or really stop my life for it, but enhance it by becoming a better version of myself. I would love to grow into being a good writer than shrivel up into nothing doing… nothing.
Nothing. This is really about nothing. I’m just thinking out loud maybe feeling a little weird about this life. It’s like having a secret identity. This person by day and this other person by night. I wonder how many of you might be annoyed by this post. You might be rolling your eyes and wondering… When is that next installment of Vampira coming out? Why isn’t that baby finished yet? She promised it would be out soon. What is going on in her head right now? Who the freak is Charlie! Why doesn’t she use pictures/images in her blog?
Hmm… good question… for another post.
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