If you gave mental anguish a voice, what would it be? Would it be angry, controlling, or a cry for help? There is no wrong answer. It could be all the above, or just a darkness that swallows your soul.
My writing was my passion, my escape. I loved to get lost in the characters lives. It helped me escape some of the madness in mine. I would listen, and sympathize, as authors talked about writers block that plagued them.
Lynda’s Blog Help Me Celebrate International Author’s Day Hosted by Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay We all start with a dream. A love of reading, and a passion for writing. I know my love for reading started young. It was my escape from life’s demons. But my dream of becoming a writer came many years later and […]
Lynda’s Blog Abuse Shouldn’t be a Part of Someone’s Past. Be the Voice that Gets Heard A Child should be seen, not heard. Who truly believes that? I don’t. Children have a voice, we should encourage them to use it. Not hide behind their silence. Abuse comes in many forms. The most visible, physical. The […]