Sometimes my mind works against me.
Sometimes it throws itself against the walls of sanity and makes my head hurt.
Sometimes getting quiet is hard and doing anything right is difficult – the firefly I chase at dusk.
But my mind sometimes loves me. Those days are better.
I once met a guy whose life’s work has been about keeping things fresh. That’s not what this post is about. (I just chuckled).
This post is about me starting again.
Writing is risky business and sometimes I get my ego bruised. And then I go into hiding. This is my umpteenth start. I suspect there will be many more stops. And hopefully just as many starts.
It’s funny that starting again is so difficult and yet – there is nothing that gives me joy and fulfillment as to dream and to write.
I think the pressure to be excellent also gets in the way. I get in my own way. Here’s hoping that this bout of bravery lasts and lasts and lasts.
I am a romance writer. My aspiration is to complete and publish my stories. The stories that move me most are those that are written about love, loving, and everything in between. I am fascinated by how human beings connect and I *live* to capture the complexities of relationships.
I wrote one book and I am furiously trying to complete one of the other ones I have started.
But most importantly, I am in love with love.
Ema Tinje is a pseudonym.