Trying to Write

It’s always good to know in your heart that you have published works that you’ve been paid for already. It gives me comfort. I’ve broken the barrier, I’ve proven that I can do it. But knowing this is sometimes very aggravating since I wrote about pain and loneliness.

I’m happy now. And consequently there is a lack of truth to write about what I did before and tell myself that it works. It does not.

I’m restarting this blog yet again for the nth time these last three years trying to find the direction I should be in. It’s three days and still no go.

I miss Lalaine.