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           First, I want to apologize for the lack of posts. I've been really sick since last week, and in weekend I was so busy, I didn't have time to even feel I'm sick. (that was a joke, let's say) I still feel weak and kind of funny, but with lots of vitamin C and orange juice and night quill I hope I'll be right on tracks by next week. There are some  exciting news to be made, but today I want to talk about something else.
           I will write about why I write. Those of you who read my blog (I know your are few - let's face it: who has enough time to read this much nowadays?) already know writing is my thing. It always was... it will always be. I enjoy writing. It reminds me of those good old times when I used to have pen pals. I was getting mail every single week. And it was great. Then, I started keeping journals. I've always been the shyest person in our friends' group, so having my own little piece of paper with my deep thoughts and feelings was crucial for me at that age.
           Then, I discovered I liked it. It was ... so me! and still is. Words become paints and pens suddenly turns into brushes and blank pages into blank canvas. And then, there is my masterpiece - always caring a piece of me with it.
         Recently, my sweet hubby has started to pursue me to write a book (at least one). I told him I couldn't do it, being aware of the fact that such a task requires some good deal of preparation; so he just found me the writing help I needed. Because he never takes no for an answer.

so, we'll live and see... shall I become a writer? Maybe. or maybe not.

All I know for now is, that, my reason why I write will not change. I'll keep writing - for me, for you. It helps me, firstly, and then, all I hope is that, somebody will find hope, faith, or at least, just a tiny bit of happiness in my little puzzled world.