Finding My Path: Fully Bitten by the Writing Bug

I wrote earlier about how I've been percolating as I've rediscovered my passion for fiction writing. It's only gotten worse. I'm working on two major projects right now, one I'm doing on the train and one (gasp) at work.

It's kind of crazy. The time flies when I write, more and more things keep coming up that I want to include, story ideas, subplots.

The more I'm diving into this writing, the more solid I'm feeling, a rock-solid confidence in myself that I hadn't experienced… ever! Gone is that unhealthy attachment to my wife, the obsessing over her past or getting upset because I'm feeling "short-changed." Instead, I'm just solid in myself.

And I'm feeling so solid and sexy out in the world. This total peace and confidence.

I've been expanding my sexual writing, bringing sexuality into my novel writing and into my poetry. I'm going to start utilizing a pen name for my erotic writings so I have a platform to explore this area of expression, without my kids and certain other people having to deal with it.

The sexual writing has opened up access to my sexy core. It's deepened my presence and attractiveness in the world. Sometimes the writing leaves my body tingling, so alive and turned on.

I'm having to remind myself to focus on my work, it's so easy to get carried away with the writing, it feels so good. But this is my path. Eventually it'll be my career as well, and it's my pathway to expansion in so many other areas of my life. The more I free myself and let my imagination flow, the better it gets.

Why did I give this up for so long??