Floppy disks, floppy disks.

Before the current, ongoing, incarnation of this book, I had written another one on an old IBM laptop computer that used now obsolete, hard disks. I wrote the entire thing on a now obsolete writing program called Corel. I used these minor obstacles as excuses for not continuing the evolution of this work of written art. I still haven't sent them to get translated into modern methods of encryption despite a relatively cheap website dedicated to that purpose. And I know why, I'm scared to go there again.

The one time I had read it after having gotten clean, I was agahst at how addicted I was. I spoke of drugs like old lovers, with affection and longing for "the sweet good 'ol days and nights," I dedicated to them. The realization was horrifying to me of how ill I was, both with addiction and depression, my original malady.

When I was in the thrall of that life, graduating from college seemed like an impossible task. I garduated in 2006, ten years after I had first enrolled, almost ten thousand dollars in debt to student loans after having lost my scholarship and grants. I used to not want children, now I have a beautiful son whom I cherish more than anything in this world. After so many years of dysfunctional relationships I am married to a man that loves me and I him. Thanks be to God. Perhaps the fact that I am so far removed from that point in my life is the reason so many people that were a part of that life are resurfacing. It's time to look back and reflect and discover the hidden lessons I could not see in my previous state of mind. It's time to write that book, THE BOOK.

And it starts with those floppy disks.
It's time. I am finally ready to do what I was meant to do. WRITE.