The One Where it Begins....

Being an avid fan of the written word I happen to look at my life like a storybook with lots of chapters…
Some chapters are well written. Some are scrawled quickly on a cocktail napkins at 3 am in a dark corner. Some look like Swiss cheese, lots of holes.Some are rose colored, others have no color at all. There are the ones where the pen cries. Smiles. Laughs. Drips with sarcasm. Some of them desperately need a double sided mirror, while others can stand straight faced and proud.
Some of them have beautiful illustrations, but more often they just have doodles. Sometimes it feels like the page finally gets to reads happily ever after… and then the plot thickens, once again...