It appears that Thursday my eldest child wanted to help his baby brother watch videos on YouTube (he’s a little tech savvy so my husband thought it would be okay, boy was he wrong). Guess what he ended up doing instead? He factory reset my desktop. 
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The only saving grace I can see in this is that I’ve been using Google Docs for the most part since I’ve started writing again so that bit isn’t gone. Just what was saved onto my hard drive. Now I’m thinking of investing in an external hard drive like Tesia keeps telling me to do.
Blinded
what you don’t see
is that my shoulders
are hunched
from the weight of my agony
as I try to blink out of existence
(finding the will to live can be exhausting)
TGIFO
Camp is officially over and I’m glad to say that I hit the mark I was aiming for! It wasn’t easy writing every day because I was quite rusty from slacking off for so long, but I made it. And that’s what matters.
So my plan for the upcoming months is to work on an old draft I’d finished forever ago and hopefully get it ready for publication by the end of October… maybe early November. The work is called Plunge (though that is subject to change) and it’s a romance novel (of course). I’m currently working out the kinks of the plot and then I’ll be doing some extensive rewriting. I’ll definitely keep you guys updated on the progress of it. Wish me luck!
I’ve got some awesome news!
Tesia finally published her book today! Feel free to head over to Amazon and buy a copy of her debut poetry book Girl, Coming Home. 
You can also find a copy of A Journey (Still in Progress) there if you haven’t already stopped by to pick up your own copy.
Tes and I getting some work done
Guess what came in the mail today!
There is no single word to describe how it feels to hold your first book in your hands.
Heart-song Lyrics
The compulsion is in my veins
lyrics bubbling in my throat
a heart-song comprised of my soul
bursting forth and spilling free
stifled no longer
to deny it would be to deny myself
-Dominica Bolden
Camp Nanowrimo: Day 16
So, I got a little off track here the last few days. I was completely unable to do much of anything, but with a change of venue, I was able to get back into the flow of things. In a way, I feel guilty because I hadn’t been meeting my daily goals, but I have to learn to let go and forgive myself. It’s better to just take a few days off for a breather rather than a couple of years like I’ve done before.
Well, we’ve officially passed the midway point of camp. How is everyone else coming along?
WIP Wednesday/Camp Nanowrimo Day 12
Rhea could barely contain the scream of frustration that was building up. The smiley face on the test confirmed her fears. She was pregnant.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she tossed the test, heaving a sigh. She really had no idea what she was going to do with this new knowledge. She already knew she would be bringing the child into this world, there was no question about that. She just couldn’t even fathom the thought of not doing so. First of all, it was deeply ingrained in her being that it was wrong. Rhea considered herself pro-choice, but it wasn’t for her.
Fuck.
The thought of having to break the news to that asshole didn’t sit quite well with her. She already knew how he was going to react. But for now, he was going to be put on the back burner because she really didn’t want to deal with his crap. Not today.
Camp Nanowrimo: Day 10
“Right. I’m so envious of Kat right now,” Rhea griped, laying her head down against the counter, fighting off the last dregs of sleep.
“It’s the pregnancy. It drains you of energy,” Zola informed her, taking a spatula and stacking the finished pastries on a plate. “And calcium. Make sure you’re taking your vitamins every day now.”
Rhea narrowed her eyes on the dark skinned beauty she considered her best friend, huffing a sigh in defeat, “Please tell me you didn’t buy a pregnancy book?”
She hesitated for a moment, before responding with, “…I only borrowed it from the library.”
“Zola!”
“What?” She feigned innocence, taking a seat across from Rhea, settling the stack of pastries in between them. “I’m going through this too, you know. I’d like to know of all the symptoms and how our little nugget is growing in there.”
