VivianwithanA: My Novel Blog and Future Note Written in the Present

I am a writer by nature, and I started this blog to share with you all the worlds I have created in either poetry or novel form.  I have many stories living in my mind that deserve to be known, and so come share in my journey: 

I grew up as an only child so I had nothing but my imagination to keep me company.  With a flair for the dramatics I developed the love of story.  The love of words soon followed after that, and a little girl with big ideas found autonomy in a world of her own creation.

This is how I want to be remembered: for my words.  Ideas are an everlasting form, and pen to paper have the ability to breathe new life in those who seek it.  If my words can inspire even just one person to love and be free-to laugh, cry and share then I have done all that I needed to do in this short span of life I was given. 

One day I will be bones; I will be dust and my voice will cease, as is the fate of everyone.  What will remain of me will be my possessions.  These things I cannot take with me when my heart gives out, but the curious will sift through and find pieces of me scattered about-I know, I am a mess, forgive me.  A writer can live too idly in her head and never find the opportune moment to de-clutter her real world space, but at least you will find everything.

Most of what you will discover is my books, and my notes, which is, in fact the very essence of me; my life after life you could say.  I haven’t written every last detail (thus far) of it in any specific journal, but there is enough to feel my personality so, forgive me one more time if it shall overwhelm you.  I tend to be abrasive when excited and my train of thought doesn’t seem to stop for anyone to catch up.  But I digress; what you should know is this: I’ve never been much of an athlete or a mathematical genius.  I won’t even be a scientist, but I am proud of what I am, which is, a reader, a writer, a feminist in love with the color pink, and a pugnacious, vociferous sass mouth with a healthy dose of curiosity.  Though, I can assure you, it is not what killed me.

My end, I have yet to face for I have a decent future ahead of me.  I have places yet to travel, people yet to meet, books to write and publish;  marriage, children, family pet, the whole nine yards. But I hope when this is read, either in the present or in the future it inspires you, as many writers have done for me, to take pen to paper and create your own world.