The writing fingers writes and haven't written moves on. I don't know who wrote this beautiful saying I do remember who said it to me. Mrs. Miller was a nurse on the Children's ward and she said that to me while I was there. She motivated me with those words. That was over thirty something years ago. I was also giving a diary from Ms. Graves from the same place. Those two women wated a seed that was buried inside of me the seed to write was beginning to sprout.
I've read many books over my life time. Most of the books were about people who had over come obstacle in their lifes to reach their dreams. I read The Diary of Ann Frank, Go Ask Alice, Daddy Was a Number Runner, The Story of a Slave Girl, I Know Why The Cage Bird Sings, Coffee Will Make You Black, Soul Brother and Sister Lou and there are many more that I haven't added here but these were stories that inspired me. I read and had a secrect desire to write. The written word just seems to bring me joy. I love seeing words in print. The desire was there but I allowed fear to keep me from going towards that dream.
When I was given my diary at fifteen I was placed at Vista Maria Home for girls. I wanted to write my story about that time at Vista Maria. I tried many times during my adult life. I just couldn't make it work. I would look at line paper and write but would ball up the paper and throw it away. I cried about it over the years. Hoping but never getting anywhere. I couldn't imagine what the book would even look like no least writing it.
Four years ago I met Donna Maira, my confidante and she asked me what did I want for my life. I didn't know what to say then the words write my book came out of my mouth.I was so surprise that those words came out of my mouth. The dream was there because the seed was planted so many years ago. I've worked very hard on my inner self letting go of old emotions that have held me back I began to write. The joy returned. I met Marilyn a writer's coach on line. She encouraged me to write my story and the words just flowed right though me as if someone had turned on the water faucet. This is how In Between My Tears came to me. I am almost there now. I am closer than I've ever been. I've been blessed with a new editor an old friend I had when I was a young girl at Vista Maria, Fawn Reeves.
We are looking forward to having the book published by the January of next year. I am so happy about this. This is so exciting for me. The seed was watered and now it has bloomed. I see it come to an end. The writing finger writes and haven't written moves on.
