Sometimes you have a story in you that you feel the need to write down. Then you erase it. Then you rewrite it. Before you know it, 6 years have passed and you are still writing that same story. Its become your child. You raise it. Nurture it until its ready to go out into the world. Its not complete. But it has enough to survive until it's purpose it revealed.
Hi. I'm normal. I'm a mom. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Yes in that order. I normally don't know how to best describe myself. My son believes that I know everything. My husband relies on me fix everything. My Mothers (birth, step, and in-laws) expect for me to be everywhere. My sisters and brothers, don't really know me. I'm the oldest. I'm suppose to be mysterious and aloof. As for my friends, lets just say I have them in categories. Ones that know the more serious me. Ones that know the more fun me. And there's the two that know everything about me and still love me in spite of it.
I don't claim to be a writer. Hell, I've barely written one book. I hope you enjoy what I've written. I'm not scared of honest feedback.
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