
I've been spending my meager moments of free time decorating the house. I love the holidays, and decorating proves to be an outlet for me. Kind of a cleansing of my mind. It takes me away from the busyness of my daily routine, and allows me to drift somewhere far from the moment.
My thoughts, of late, have been centered around writing my first book. A novel of sorts. My head is filled with ideas, and I'm afraid if I don't start letting some of them free, my brain is going to explode! I've established a topic, and think it will be something that many women can relate to: trudging through the emotional aftermath of broken relationships. How we deal with our feelings in the moment, months following the loss, and the years after-the-fact, when the old feelings resurface; haunt our hearts.
I'm not sure whether or not I'll be able to publish the book though. It might have to be one of those post-humous deals. It depends! It will depend upon the content and way in which it relates to me, personally. If I can keep it at an arm's length, you'll see my name on it now. Otherwise, I'll become a ghost writer, or contemplate allowing the release upon my passing.
Curious? Good! Maybe I'll post a piece from my manuscript. Better get writing, now that my decorating is done!