I’ve come to realize I haven’t posted on here in a while. Writing has been a struggle until tonight. There has been so many things going on its hard to think at times. I’m pregnant. My husband and I are excited and happy but its always made me think a bit harder about what I want of myself. Sure cosplaying is fun but there is no way I can pay for schooling for costuming. And working in retail obviously isn’t what I had in mind, at least not over three years. I’ve sat down and thought long and hard about my passions and which is more likely to give me happiness. I don’t care about money. Or fame. I want to be proud of what I do and be able to live comfortably. I don’t want to be told what to do or be forced to wear a smile when people are being rude to me. I wanted to be a published author to inspire others, to give them a place to escape to. I wanted to leave that amazing “That’s it? I need more!” feeling in the pit of their gut after reading my book. So that’s what I’m going to do. If not for teenagers who might be going through what I had gone through but for myself and for my child. Because let’s be honest saying my mom is a writer is way cool than saying my mom cuts fabric for a living. .