Well, yes I am here finally and back to finding stories that brought me into all the pieces of everything that brought me finally back for that almost one year damn that is getting in the way of stories and hopes. If course there will be new stories to play around with old stuff as new stuff that I found in boxes and dozens of ideas that I didn't consider. Maybe good and maybe better, or no good at all. Well, maybe.
I'm writing a new story that could be a new screenplay. It's about whom I've liked and loved. Remembering the women in my life, some lost, some found. It's a collection of these women whom I stayed with, found other and I still think of all. I hope to be honest and write what me and them will see in their own words in some places, or usually lost but not exactly near or far from me.
And I will be honest because some of them might have other methods. But none of them were angry nor I. These would consist from my first 11-year old from to know. I'm not trying to show off, rather I want to go back until I hope I find them, or at least and heard of them and remember I hope.