It’s Christmas Eve and I’m writing on my blog. Have been rushing for the past few days, so want to take some time to relax and write in peace before bf gets back from shopping.
I can’t explain how much this blog means to me. When I found WordPress and was able to get a blog with my writing name, I decided since I have a good blog now, I’m going to try to be a professional writer. I won’t tell anyone what I’m doing, I’ll just write and see what happens.
I love my blog. Even if I haven’t written on here for a few days, I’m thinking about what I can write. What will be interesting for my readers? I am very grateful to all my followers, all 110 of you, thank you for reading my baby and commenting and making me feel that I’m not alone in this writing world.
This is the last post I’ll write this year, so merry Christmas, happy New Year, lets hope it’s a good one, without any fear. I know they’re song lyrics, but they mean a lot. I want the new year to be filled with peace and happiness. I want it to be filled with kindness and friendship and meeting new people. Adventure and travel, words and wisdom. I hope to meet writers like myself and leave my cave of solitude.
I really want to tell my family I’m a writer, but I’m scared they will judge me or won’t like what I’ve written. Its alright on the net, no one knows who I am, but my family, I live with them and see them all the time, I can’t escape them. I’m hoping it won’t be as bad as I think in my head, but I’m not ready to reveal my secret yet. When I have a book out and have a big fat cheque, then I’ll tell them. Until then, I’m their unemployed daughter and gf who spends a lot of time on the internet and can now drive.
Anyway, have a great Christmas, a bright shiny new year, read lots of great writing books and write a lot of secret stuff that will never see the sun.