November 2005

So I posted my first piece of the new Creative Writing Course ("On Solitude") and then two pieces written in November 2005 ("Renata, our Angel forever" and "Endless"). So I was looking for one more piece to share tonight and I keep going back to November '05, when apparently life made me quite prolific... at least in my writings. I can see that I was pouring my heart and even now when I read those pieces, I tear up a little. Writing is therapy. Paper and pen or computer and keyboard are such excellent tools to just let ourselves feel and open up our hearts and souls. This is one of the reasons why I do it. This is one of the reasons why I have decided to share...