Yesterday a very special friend of mine, the mother of a handsome lil boy told me sheâ€™d be willing to help me out in case I need anything on my blog.Â
Now, I am someone who wouldnâ€™t entrust something as personal as my blog to someone, but then, she was my friend whose writings I simply adore.
I was more than happy to give her an invite to guest post for us at times. She writes such emotional poetry that I canâ€™t help but feel a teeny weeny bit of jealousy spring up in me.Â
I really hope she accepts my invitation and would come and write for us J
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.