i don't know what it was that compelled me to write or what it is now that my fingers hesitate to move.. it sometimes feels like the child-woman- storyteller inside of me has gone silent.. or has simply lost the voice i once had, or maybe just the words..
i found three stories that i had started to write... when i was still trying to write a romance novel.. overdose of mills n boon and far too much romance on my brain.. then i abandoned the stories just like i abandoned the fairytale dream they contained.. and all i'm left with now are a few sheets of paper, snatches of dreams put down in ink and photos of the places i wanted my storybook couple to live their romance in... i can't write..
i've been asked why i haven't finished them yet.. my reply is always the same.. its because whatever i write is a part of me.. i live my dreams in what i write.. and currently my dreams are in suspended animation.. i can't write..
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the brats have taken to sleeping in my room these days.. the cooler is on here and i've split the double bed so that i have one half and they share the other half.. even at 15, with a hint of hair on their faces, and the childish features slowly disssloving into the harsher planes of adulthood.. they look so cute when they're asleep.. like my boys are still my boys.. as if they never grow up when they're asleep... though theire voices have broken and they're getting slimmer and taller and more grown up by the day.. they're in 10th now.. and so intent on proving the're all grown up.. sometimes i wish they could've stayed children forever..
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"don't be afraid to express who you are and who you want to be"... you said to me at a time when all i wanted to be was a mother... and then i woke up from the dream and realised i was still a child myself..
i found three stories that i had started to write... when i was still trying to write a romance novel.. overdose of mills n boon and far too much romance on my brain.. then i abandoned the stories just like i abandoned the fairytale dream they contained.. and all i'm left with now are a few sheets of paper, snatches of dreams put down in ink and photos of the places i wanted my storybook couple to live their romance in... i can't write..
i've been asked why i haven't finished them yet.. my reply is always the same.. its because whatever i write is a part of me.. i live my dreams in what i write.. and currently my dreams are in suspended animation.. i can't write..
........................................
the brats have taken to sleeping in my room these days.. the cooler is on here and i've split the double bed so that i have one half and they share the other half.. even at 15, with a hint of hair on their faces, and the childish features slowly disssloving into the harsher planes of adulthood.. they look so cute when they're asleep.. like my boys are still my boys.. as if they never grow up when they're asleep... though theire voices have broken and they're getting slimmer and taller and more grown up by the day.. they're in 10th now.. and so intent on proving the're all grown up.. sometimes i wish they could've stayed children forever..
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"don't be afraid to express who you are and who you want to be"... you said to me at a time when all i wanted to be was a mother... and then i woke up from the dream and realised i was still a child myself..
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