When i can't sleep, I dream.
I dream of stories I used to write, stories I plan to write, stories I want to write.
Through all my life stages writing has always been there.
I want to have more readers, I write for myself, my friends, and my future readers.
I was talking to another writing friend who has been and done self publishing and tries to organise a lot of online presence and groups.
I am not ready to make my online persona burst, she is bubbling below the current stressors in life and just itching to pop.

Having readers and comments from them means so much more than I can explain.

One of my readers, Amy from the UK, sent me a song this week that made her think of my characters and their history.
I'd never heard of the song before, and when I YouTubed it, I was aghast at its fitting lyrics and music.

The fact someone who is reading my story can follow my words so closely that i added the song to my playlist has me absolutely humbled.

The support I've received from local friends has always been there and always encourages me to continue my dream.

I want to thank you for reading any of my works, I want to ask you to share my stories and help me find more readers.
It may seem lazy on my behalf, but I am in a legal battle, on top of financial distress and battling mental health issues.
Being tech savvy with the obsolete equipment I have is painful, both to my shoulder physically and my patience.

I honestly cannot find words to describe how appreciative I am to have readers.
My heart flutters and I feel as though I am on the right path with you all.

Please help me find more friendly readers to entertain and tease with my stories.

Thank you,
Indescribably.
From Me.