I have never been published, but there are books waiting to be written, swimming around in my head, taking over my dreams and even creeping into my day. I drive along, live my daily life, all the wile someone else's life, a whole world, creeps along inside my head and sometimes pokes out for a visit.
Let's be honest, I talk to myself. I can admit to it because I don't think it means I'm crazy. It only proves that all of the stories and lives going on in my mind need to come out. They need to be given their own lives, their own time. I can see the beautiful brunette with green eyes doing all she can to make her life the one she wants to live. And I can feel the hand of the man who cannot wait for his bride to walk down what seems like an interminable aisle. I need to bring these people out into the real world, because they are tired of living alone with me. They need to see my sun, and feel my fears, but they need. And they make my need even greater.
My hope is that I will find the courage to follow my dream, to go after what I want and what I need and to write these stories, finally giving them the life they deserve. The only question is, will I stop making excuses and allow myself this freedom?
