Some dreams have to wait, while others awaken to spring. I want to write a novel! A real one. Yes I know I wrote a book and I will write two more in the Bali Fashion Dream series, but I want to do something great. Something very special that has the ability to change peoples lives. Words are so magical especially spoken true. The literary world is falling aware to the digital.
I love paper and pens and silly notebooks. I have diaries to write in. My sister tells me to use the digital calendar and connect on the cloud. She calls me computer illiterate. It is sad for me that we speak between screens. Maybe I can find a balance to master them both. To keep the hand moving with paper and ink, while staying flexible with latest methods.
Something tells me to write and write and write some more. It nags me without end like a sense of urgency. Speed it up you are running out of time. I love looking at the sky everyday is different. It is always moving and changing, while appearing to be still. I will move my hands and my feet and eventually we shall meet.