A week and a half ago, I dropped in here. I was bored, feeling just a bit down facing some work that has become a tad boring. I still like what I do. I just needed a break.
I have been locked in stealth mode for 18 years and have been hesitant to go back to the old haunts. It seems as though the old haunts no longer exist.
I found Susans and found you, men and women, who warmed up to me very quickly. That is not always the case. I sometimes come on to strong and it can scare someone or make them shy away.
I made a few posts. I soon realized that I could round out a few ideas and write an essay or two about my own life. I figured that it may be helpful for someone here. I had some interesting experiences in my life after all.
The essays prompted me to write more. I could put a collection together that would help my family. The project became one of those things that squirrel, my muse and constant inner companion, would push me to devote every waking moment to complete.
It wasn't long that I decided that it wouldn't take much to complete the essay collection to produce a book.
Today I put the collection together, looked it over, trimmed about a third of it out that didn't work towards a complete story, and I realized that I had a book.
I did some cover art, and here I was, an author.
I figure that I need to walk away from it for a few weeks and come back to it so I could do another round of editing. But there it is. The writing is finished. I have a book.
Thank you so much everyone for your encouragement and kind comments regarding my Chronicles of Cindi. I couldn't post many essays. I became totally engrossed in the project. Reformatting them to post became a detour from my creative senses.
I just wanted to let you, my new friends know, that you have inspired me. You are wonderful people, a rarity in our world. I want to truly thank you for your help. Honestly, I shall be eternally grateful to you.
Cindi
