Me? It's been almost two years and I'm struggling to process the failure of my mothers cancer treatments. Every day she is still on earth, is a miracle. I know I am blessed. Yet, because of my grief I've lost the joy I could always find in writing, reading, singing, or using my imagination.. Those simple things that I could depend on to pull me out of the darkest ruts continue to disappoint me and now I am going through something three times darker then before. 

I need that Joy back, or I'm not going to make it.

This is my platform. This is my stage. I want to challenge myself and have others hold me accountable for my work. Perhaps with this goal, I can also mourn while I steadily work through my grief. It's going to be a long journey, long enough I may be able to succeed in a trilogy. 

A girl can dream, can't she. ^_^

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