Then there is the joy of being myself. No labels. No constraints. Just the wide open sky and a whole planet — offering dreams, destinations, and a myriad of possibilities.
My intensity has always been my greatest strength. But it has also always been my greatest weakness. The line between passion and obsession is razor-thin...
Like recently, I finally woke up and realized I was making myself miserable by pushing way too hard to get my book out there.
I forgot to remember the most important part of this journey:
Writing Paralian had been a dream ever since I was a kid. I worked hard and made my dream come true. Writing this book was an awesome journey in and of itself. In the end, it really doesn't matter how many people read it. It doesn't have to become a bestseller. Many people I care deeply about have already read it — and even better — enjoyed it.
I gave it all I had. Now I'll let nature take its course before I lose myself and become someone I am not.
I'll keep on writing... at a slower pace. Stories about life, what it means to be human... tales that will make you laugh out loud and touch your heart when you read in the train, tears rolling down your cheeks, catching your breath, making everyone in the carriage wonder who the loony is who is riding into town with them. Or maybe you'll never see my next books. And that's ok, too.
I'm finding the joy in writing again. For myself. Then there is the joy of being myself. No labels. No constraints. Just the wide open sky and a whole planet — offering dreams, destinations, and a myriad of possibilities. Life is good. And art is not an emergency