I haven’t written or posted anything for a couple of weeks. A couple of things happened… my car got totaled in a four car accident (the car is drivable, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, everyone was OK – no injuries. Thank God in heaven!) and two of my dearest friends went through a tragedy. Therefore, I wasn’t really in the mood to post anything.
But I have regrouped and realized something major.
Well… for a while now (probably over the last seven years or so) I’ve been realizing something… I don’t really like writing. I would rather do anything than write. And it isn’t Blank Page Syndrome. Writing my little book was a challenging thing because I hate writing. Don’t get me wrong: I like my characters and am proud of the finished product – my humble little cozy mystery.
I love to read and that’s really why I majored in English Literature when I went to college. However, my first creative love is art.
Which I have neglected for the longest time.
And I am getting back into it, which is a good thing.