As a child I loved to write. It served as an outlet for all my feelings and encouraged expression. In the past ten years, my writing has dwindled to bits and pieces. I truly thought that the niche had gone forever, but realized that all that was gone, was my motivation. I have been procrastinating in fear of failure. But, who am I afraid of? This isn’t a bash Lisa session, but a personal mission to do what I used to enjoy. This is a place in my life where I should write whatever I am thinking about without worrying about rejection. Writing experience only comes from writing right? If I continue down the path I was taking, I can only blame myself. So now I am back, rusty, but trying.
Bear with me on my journey, and I hope you will visit once and awhile.