I’ve been answering a lot of my own questions lately, which lead me to realize – I should be writing.
There are other things I’m wonderful at. I am a goddess of words though – as though I am the word.
I recall finishing The Fray, and the release that occurred (and the hatred from certain people around me). It was significant because I didn’t play it safe. It’s dirty, erotic, thrilling, and haunting. Not my typical novella, not my typical subject matters.
I had a few epiphanies recently, one on which I realized how powerful my creations are. More so for me…
More so, for healing.
So my ex was jealous I released myself from past wounds and mistakes? I needed the catharsis that followed. And still, it simmers. It wasn’t for fame.
This was about authenticity,
And it always will be.