I’m not a good writer – I’ll just throw that out there, up front – at least not yet. As a Software Engineer, for almost 30 years, there wasn’t much need for writing. The crazy part about that is that I love writing. I have always had to have a notebook and pen with me – it was a must from as far back as I can remember.

I have all these ideas but struggle to find the words to express them and don’t get me started on my horrible grammar (punctuations and all of that). Yes, I know there is grammarly.com and ChatGPT is great at editing, in my own voice, but I want to figure it out for myself.

For now my online magazine (and my blog) may be filled with many grammatical errors, until I become better at writing/editing, but for now I want to work on my words. I want to work on getting my thoughts out on paper – in a rhythmical and soulful flow. I want to write for myself to figure out my next phase. 

I realize now that part of my struggle has been focusing too much on writing for others. I’ve been worrying too much about being boring.  You see, several of the things I truly like are not in the mainstream – geometry, electromagnetic energy, collecting books, being organized, and now-a-days, the News & the history of Africa. Who knows though, maybe in the process of telling my story it will resonate with someone – but for now I’m just going to focus on me. I’m just going to do me.

And with all of that said, I’m working on a novel about Africa. I’ve learned so much about Africa – I never knew that the Sahara was green, once upon a time. Yes, I haven’t worked on my novel for about a week now but I’m still so excited. I’m learning my writing style and ways that help me stay motivated.

I’m enjoying the process!