A month ago, I quit my awful job. I am not exaggerating to say it saved my sanity. I’ve also come to realize it’s revived my creativity not to be part of a soul-sucking brain-drain. I’ve been painting more, taking more pictures for fun, blogging more. BLOGGING MORE. It’s great. I’ve remembered who I am at long last, and I have the support of Miklos to thank for that, because without him, I doubt I’d have a food in my body right now.
Over the past month, I’ve been thinking of what I am good at. Writing is the main thing. I’ve got what I think is a great idea in my head about something that will appeal to many demographics and that will hopefully build into something I’ve hoped to do all my life: publish a book.
So anyway, this being my “coming of age” journal more than a blog anyone’s interested in at any given time, I thought I’d leave some trace of this idea here so that I can look back and reflect on either how I went horribly wrong (unlikely) or how things started coming around.
Happy Friday, everyone. If it’s garbage day, your bins, like mine, are undoubtedly flying down the street. Time to go get them.