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Oh how I miss writing...

It's true.  I love writing.  Maybe not everyone loves to read what I write, but I do so love writing.  The thing is I have this full time job thing and it seems to get in the way of all the good writing time. 

OK well that may just be an excuse and not even a good one but it is really the only one I have.

     I work this crazy 12 hour night shift with these crazy days at work.  It seems that when I am off work I am running a thousand different directions.  I never know where the time has gone to when it is time to go back to work.

     But here is what I am thinking of trying.  I have started a list of things I would like to write about and share with you.  Yeah I know, it is mostly stuff going on in my life but also stories.  I like short stories.  So my blog is going to take a bit of a turn.  I am going to write.  I will be writing true stories and fiction stories.  I will still be writing about my girls and what is going on in life for those family members that like to hear about what we are all up to.  But I am going to be pulling memories and such and also be pulling together my crazy random thoughts that seem like they could be stories.  I don't know how long this will last or even if I get much more writing done.
     I have had a long time dream of writing a book and getting it published and maybe actually making a little money doing so.  Will this ever truly happen?  Probably not as I can not ever settle on a good story line that keeps my interest for more than about 500-1500 words or so.  But no matter what I will still continue to write.  I hope the 7 followers that I have are still willing to read when I finally get this change thing going, who knows...maybe I can get some more followers.  Maybe 10 whole followers.  Slow down those crazy thoughts, I don't know what I would do with that many followers. (hehe) ☺

So until we meet again.  Read something that makes you happy.

and thanks for reading my little blog.

always
tammyc

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