A new kind of writing for me

I have not been keeping up with my journal or my blog lately I’m hoping that this can fix some of that. I have been distracted by something else. I have found that writing is very much a huge outlet for me. It is a powerful thing being faced with your thoughts. I guess that I face them a little too much but I have realized that I hide things from myself. I keep my self from seeing things by hiding them behind other things. I distract myself while things grow in the under world of my mind.

I feel like one of these hiding things has popped to the surface. It seems like it is moving slowly but I feel like it is fast. Faster than I would have thought at lease. I am very surprised by the way that it is coming to the surface. In the past when these things come up they are violent bursts of pain and require a shift of who I am. This is different though. This coming out in the form of inspiration. In the past two and a half days I have written ten chapters of a book. They are not the longest chapters ever but they are chapters. I doubt that it will be published but it is a book and it is the first writing I have done other than this blog that I would like people to read. I have a long way to go before it is finished but I can only hope that this thing that was hiding keeps coming up until it is done.

It is strange, most of the time I do not know why I start writing something. But with this book I know that one thing that I said in a blog that I posted on Saturday. “I could have written books on our discussions.” It is not all about her but I must say that thinking about what she taught me triggered much of the beginning parts of the book. Well I’m going to get back to it. Peace all.