I've always loved reading as a little girl I would spend hours in my room reading a good book. I remember learning how to read the joy it bought me to be able to put letters together and form words. It was so cool. My sister and I share the same room and she loved drawing she would spend hours drawing and I could read. When I was a teenager I had a desire to write maybe it came from all those days when I was younger reading wanting to write just seemed natural.
I was so overjoyed when my book In Between My Tears was finished and I finally had it published. The tears filled my eyes when I held that book in my hands and looked at it with the cover I dreamed of and the title that came to me and the colors that ran through my mind constantly. The beauty of it was that cover that my sister drew the picture of the shadow of a girl with a tear drop from her face. Seeing us come full circle Rhodia's drawing with my words.
The few books that I printed was loved by so many people. Most emailed or called and asked when will be my next book. I was amazed by their comment and happy that I was able to make my dream come true. Now I'm back at square one trying to convince myself to write again just as I did with my first book. My sister worked on her joy for drawing as much as she could even in her last days having a pencil and pad near by when ever she could mustard up enough to put the pencil to the paper her hand filled with pain she would still try to draw. She tried to live her passion to create and to draw. I would try very hard to begin to write again. My sister was so in her joy doing what she did she didn't have to it sold and many people didn't have to see it or buy she just drew. My goal now is to continue to write.
The answer is to write
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