Move

I've heard it said that if you're not moving forwards, you are moving backwards. And it must be true. it's like on a treadmill. You have to keep moving just to maintain where you are. Hence my decision to blog daily. Yes, daily. I was waiting till my life became that picture-perfect idealized version of life that everyone else always has and we never seem to maintain.

But that's just not going to happen. Yeah, okay. This blog is a major work in progress. But that's okay. Because so am I. Oh, how I've missed throwing the words from my brain onto a nice, clean document and sharing my brilliance with the online world. But I have an acceptable excuse. I promise.

Because this happened.

http://www.amazon.com/The-Girl-And-Crutch-ebook/dp/B00D8LHS6C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1374550560&sr=8-1&keywords=the+girl+and+her+crutch

Yup. That's my name. MY name. on a book cover. MY book.

I'm an author. My life will never be less crazy than it is right now. Or should I say-write now?

But I'm blogging anyway. To share the crazy.

You're welcome.




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