Emptying My Brain


In November I started writing the beginning of a book—

My book. My story. My life. (Fictionalized in parts)

Although I had the document I started on my desktop, and I looked at it everyday, I allowed my life to distract me in the following months, and I refused to add to it.


Earlier this week I opened it up and started writing again. Started adding to things I had already written, as well as editing parts I felt could be said differently.

As rough as they are, I have over fifty pages written- Of my book. My story.


I am excited to see how it unfolds and how it grows this year. I will share accordingly.