The Old Will Be New Again

There's been a lot going on behind-the-scenes over the last several months. I'm happy. I'm anxious. I'm proud. I'm sad. I'm scared to death. I'm elated. Either way, I'm busy. Sometimes I just want to crawl into a hole and let my passions pass over me like a gust of wind. Just like most of my experiences that I hold onto as harsh life lessons.
As a professional writer I drown my sorrows, my triumphs and my excitement in words. It's what I do and it's what I do best. I love writing because the paper (or computer) doesn't have an opinion whether my words are good enough. My journal doesn't shout back at me, and my letters don't hold judgement. Not that I'm opposed to people's views of my work or what I create. There's just a sense of peace in what I do because it's done mostly in silence. Just like running or walking or hiking. You can choose to listen to music but there's something about being one with yourself in the moment.
In nature or in the light. The world of writing is my nature. Creativity is natural.
My pen is the wand and my mind is the magic that reveals my fantasy and reality. I do it on my own and I wait for no one to respond. However, this next venture will bring the old me out of my grave. I am about to embark on a new way of thinking--a public forum for my writing again and no one to blame but myself. My writing. My story, My vulnerability. My faith in me. Everything will soon be there for others to reflect and unwind. My hope is to release a book that will help others examine their own lives, not mine. I am open to it all and look forward to getting it off my shoulders. The words I have been playing with for so many years will be coming out shortly and I hope you join in the dance. The old will seem new again and brought to life. I can't wait to share it with you.  Kerrie