If I were a flower, my bud would just be emerging. Consider the blog and its demands Spring’s gentle rain.

Writing when I was younger came so easy; I use to write all types of material. Poems were my favorite. I put all my feelings into words. How I felt. How I saw life. How people had touched my heart both with love and betrayal.

I was looking back at my posts. This made me wonder where the writer in me went.

After much thought the only thing I can conceive is a lack of practice. I have not spent time writing. Recalling my written words as a young woman it came back to me. I spent many a day writing and rewriting the words on the pages until it came natural to me. Then I grew to like my work (we are our own worst critic)

My solution to this it to spend time with my emotions to write and rewrite as I once had. Proof read and rewrite and proof read again. I want to be the best I can be for you and for me. I want to have something worth reading, maybe even entertaining. With this I ask for your patience in the adventure as I find the writer in me once again. Some will be bad, some will be good, but I can’t wait until some are great!