Just a taste of the Write Stuff.

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Today is my first day back to work and a part of me couldn’t be happier. The part that is hard working, likes tech stuff, and enjoys my job. Also the part that enjoys the socialization that comes with it.

There is a part of me who isn’t happy at all… The writer.

These last two and a half months have been amazing for her. She’d gotten to do nothing all day but write and write for long hours. Often into the morning (seriously, I went to bed at 7AM just two days ago). I got to experience what it was really like to be a full time writer. The only inhibitions were my inability to go places and do things with people. Y’know… The busted leg and no vehicle.

It has also rendered me broke. A true starving artist, I guess. Although, this only made me work a bit harder to achieve what I wanted. To be good at my craft. To be good enough that people will enjoy my work and maybe make me a little less broke. I mostly only care about the former. The latter is a great perk.

I will still be writing, but back to part time. I’m well invested in it so I can’t stop, but I figured out quickly this morning that it was the only thing I wanted to do (aside from my other artsy stuff). This is going to be difficult and kind of painful for her.

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Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me. I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with. I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates). One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog. Black Tears. As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember. From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series). Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it! XX , Erika

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