Its a new year, literally the second day of 2015, and I am finally making the time to write. Again. After my daughter was born, my family battled chickungunya, my laptop screen lost its visibility and I noticed myself losing the motivation, I stopped writing. My thoughts were that I am not really good at it so why do it.
But, here I am. Again.
I am going to try. Again.
Not just because it is a new year, not just because my laptop is fixed (it isn't) but because giving up is OUT. Out of the question. Out of my head. Out from my habits.
Writing by one who wants to write, hopes to write well and looks forward to writing all that is in her is, well, not so genius. But that does not mean that I have given up. There are closet comedians, and I am a closet writer.