Come into the Real

I fantasize about love because, deep down in my soul, I don’t actually believe I will get to know it. Yes, it is real for other people—but not for me. I have been given access as an observer, but not a partaker.

Raw Reflections on My Writing: My 2-Year Blogiversary

I feel unsure about my blogging future because I'm not sure if blogging will take me where I want to go. I don’t know if or when I will accomplish my writing goals. I can’t imagine blogging for five more years and not getting a book contract as a result. I worry that I’ll keep writing and blogging but will never become a well-known author. I fear that my efforts will be wasted. My blog is just one grain of sand on the vast seashore of the World Wide Web. So why do I keep blogging?

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