After weeks of typing and deleting whatever, It was either what I was blogging was too true to put out there or I was emotional… and we all know how wrong it is to do or say anything when emotionally unstable; or I just couldn’t write.
Then I thought, I didn’t have to be a really great writer like my friend Ivan who can look at a snail hanging on the edge of a dirty slimy wall and come up with something funny and so well put as though the snail was the savior of the world-a slimy history maker.
Still with all that conversation I kept having with myself about what to write and how and can and can not…I couldn’t come up with even half a page.
Then again speaking to myself, told me to just write and write and write notes, scribbles, pages, chapters…a book….I just had to write something that can be read and felt by someone out there.
I knew what I wanted to share with the world but I just didn’t understand how to make it interesting in writing so I ended up with these little scribbles and notes with inspirational messages that I believed someone out there may need at whatever point they were at in their life.
So one cold and rainy afternoon after doing some shopping for my Kitchen, with my musically really creative friend Levy, I dropped him off at his studio, promised I would drop off the items shopped at the kitchen and drive back and watch him and his talent do their thing (a promise I never kept)….
…seeing right now I am at my table at the kitchen try’na do-what for weeks I just ….
…here we go….