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back at 'em/ subtitled "I know you missed me"

So, guys - I'm back. Like, with a capital B. Back.

And I'm writing again. I started reading my own blog again like I constantly do occasionally do from time to time. I was relaxing by a Florida pool last month and I just started looking back at some writing posts and GUESS what, y'all?!

I always struggled with how to put my book together and I totally figured it out in a blog post like 7 years ago. The thing was, I just wasn't ready to write it back then.

I'm ready now. Because, as I told Stella when she was still the size of a split pea, One day mommy's going to write a book and it's going to put you through college. 

 One day has arrived. I've gone so far as to engage my creative writing professor from 2002... 2000 fucking TWO. She remembered me guys! *pats self on back* And she's read my prologue! And she adored it and said, loose quote, "I've read some over hyped thrillers lately and this gripped me more than those." And she's a writing coach now, and I get a 25% discount AND a social dinner with her next Tuesday, because we love and adore each other.

(And she has ALL the podcast recommendations and thinks I need more British TV in my life.)

So, I am just pleased as punch to be in this place.

I have new love in my life.
I have peace.
I have joy.
I can put the past away.
I can write this damn book that started as 3 short stories 17 years ago and seriously hope it's made into a movie, because #goals.

I can move on to the next chapter -- the sequel -- which is going to be the MOST wonderful, amazing story of love, life, living, laughter, and all the good things.


From my codependency (er, sorry) journal today -- and props, Melody Beattie!

"It's okay to feel good. We don't have to analyze, judge, or justify. We don't have to bring ourselves down, or let others bring us down, by injecting negativity. We can let ourselves feel good."

And, people. I feel good. (*sings* you knew that I would, now.)


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