Busy Bee and Resolutions

The time between then and now seems to have stretched a lifetime. I am changing, you are changing, the people we love are changing too.

It has been a little over a month since my last blog, bad I know, but life has a way of pulling your attention to places other than where you want it to be. Novemeber was National Novel Writing Month. I started off strong and determined to finish the race. Half way through the month a personal clamity struck in which everything I thought I stood for seemed to be questioned. I had always thought myself the strong person, with even stronger convictions, but I waivered in a situation that held universal sized importance. In my hesitance I failed a very percious friend. I stopped writing. To you, to myself, for NaNoWriMo. Depression reached a low I hadn't been at in years. I cried. Everyday and most of the night. I think I am back now, the guilt I feel i've been assured is unncessary and I am trying to be the person I have always hoped to be.
I am starting a new project for my poetry. I hope to list it here and on my site valerielongwriting.com, it will be a year of poetry inspired by the mass commuters I see on the bus everyday. This idea came to be when I first started riding the bus in August of this year. There were so many different types of people who all had a story, I wanted to write it for them. Particularly the girl in the yellow shoes, the one in the fishnet stockings, the man with the red nose, the couple with matching lip rings. They all had something to say, and I wanted to help them say it. So this year, for each day I am on the bus I will write about one person and their story, however fabricated it may be and I will post it for you. Its my way of saying thank you to diversity and to people for being beautiful and making me fall in love with you every day.