Remember to Never Forget...

I never thought my life would come to this.

Writing hasn't just stopped momentarally, or gone through a tunnel vision, it's gone. I can't write anymore. Nothing.

And I don't care.

Back when I started dating Andy, it was hard to write a novel and focus on him. As the relationship progressed, it got harder and harder. I realized that I couldn't hold both. I could write about love and create this awesome story for millions to read, or I could live one. I loved writing, it was my passion, my key to life. It let me dream and cook up wonderful scenarios. When all was wrong, I could go to an alternate universe and deal with someone else's problems for a little while. It was easier that way. Writing was me. I was a writer.

But did I want that, or the joy of love personified?

As I realized what was happening, it's like someone had told me that we weren't having roast beef tonight. Who cared? I didn't. It was a simple question, with a simple answer. Let one go. So I did.

And I don't regret my desicion at all. Being a writer let me dream, and Andy is the dream. I'm loving living, and I'm glad he's in my life. There will be plenty of times that I can try to write. But for now, I'm content just to be with Andy. It's time for a long break, a time to start my own chapter in life, a time to let go and be me, not write for a little-no, long time.

I'll keep you posted.