It seems I always find time to write once the boy has gone and the loneliness seeps in.
I miss him terribly. I'm not cut out for long distance relationships.
Saw that with my huge FAIL with Noel.
Have I mentioned I started writing again?
Not very well, mind you, but the process has begun.
God put it on my heart and I don't really know what it's about yet,
but the format of the story is not something I'm accustomed to...
Nor is it something I would buy at a book store.
But I'm excited by the familiarity of typing rapidly on a page.
That's good for something.
