And So We Start Again


 

Dear No One,

What can I say to make you more comfortable? You're here because you've become curious about what I write. You've seen me live, or you've watched a reel...regardless, I suppose I should say thank you and welcome. Unfortunately, I feel you'll soon become bored. 

The writings on this page will no longer be ramblings that surface from thoughts I've decided not to dump and have yet to process. No...the writing on this page will be purely from my imagination. The focal point will be characters I'll always identify in the title. 

Why write a fictional blog, why not a book? : I want to write without the confinement of judgement. Fact of the matter, for me, my writing was never about releasing a story, but writing in general. I only managed to 'complete' 9 novels because I had support helping me to focus on completion. I don't have that anymore, and I don't want it, to be honest. 

I was given a ticking clock and boy, is it getting loud these days. I have lyrics that keep playing in my head...something like..."I am not okay, I'm barely hanging on" and the repeat button is jammed stuck. So I sit with the only entity that has never left me: my muse, and we start again in this journey of words and possibly the only one without an end... if only such books and characters existed. 

I will venture into the unknown with a colorful canvas littered with words that make no sense. They don't have to make sense to anyone. They only need to be beautiful and filled with a sort of sunshine that comes after a hurricane has laid waste to the landscape. In this phase of life, I feel I am equally, the words, the hurricane, and the sunshine. 

Your interpretation is always going to be on you. Why? None of this is about you! and it never will be. This page is about the fantastical possibilities that will never happen, the incredible life that never existed, and even a possible heartbreak I'd never wish on my worst enemy.

My first post after this one will be a new romance blog story titled: ______________ HA!  Exactly! I have no clue what it will be until I sit to write it. If you are interested in reading a free romance novel as an episodic release, make sure to subscribe to the blog. But just know, I'm an introvert who has little energy to hassle you to keep up with any of it.

For now, my Grim waits patiently at the edge of my bed, smiling to himself for the final whims of a figment of everyones imagination. I will openly admit to being anxious but I have faith it will be what it is meant to be. If you haven't followed me on TikTok - You really should...I'll be reading some of these post live and taking direction suggestions from the chat. TikTok Page

Thanks for being here, whatever your reasoning really is. 

~April Sunshine

PS . Do people comment on blogs anymore?!


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2024 at 6:52 AM

    Well written and interesting April Thank you for the new imagination running wild and at play.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2024 at 7:38 AM

    Nice

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