Random thought

When I'm famous some day, people will say, "hey, I knew her back when..."

When the ice on the cold streets was a playground for kids, slippery slopes
When the little tomboy girl couldn't jump ropes,
When time didn't matter and it wasn't yet about who I became,
When everything was simply about how you play the game.
When I was funny,
When I had no money,
When I was in school
When I was yet to be cool.
But...
The chances are I won't remember you because when I was talking about it, you wanted nothing to do with it. hmmm

I hope my book gets published soon and the world knows my story. You know the song I wanna be a billionaire so fricky bad... I don't, no one would ever see me again (hahah,) if that happened. It's lonely at the top. I just want others to read my story and tell me it was cool that I could write that. If something happened to me, no one would be able to know.

So I give you glimpses into what is important in my life when you read my book. I don't have any followers, but that has not stopped me from reflecting and sharing my thoughts. I want to be peaceful and live happily, so I try. Sometimes writing helps me get everything out; thus making me one step closer to being/realizing zen. I read a blog today from a friend called realizing zen and my mind soared into thinking what could be. If only we had an eye opening inspiration everyday. I believe life would be grand!!

Well I should be working on finishing my book right now so I digress, later.

Part four Book Prologue

Friday the 13^th, flashing bright lights, people screaming my name, all a blur. Saturday morning I wake up in the hospital. My hospital bed was surrounded by people from work, Rosa, my mom, my dad, Regina, and Chris. I was pissed, “dang-it, I’m still here,” I said to myself from my hospital bed. So angry, I was sure you could see me turning my favorite color.

“Anasia, Nasia, you’re woke,” Chris screamed as she pulled her two-year old body up on top of me to hug me. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me.

“Um, hey Chris,” I said just above a whisper, my throat was killing me. I saw the nurse walking in.

“If everyone could step out for a minute, I need to speak with her” the nurse said. “I see you’re finally up, got a lot of people that care about you I see,” I rolled my eyes and kept them down as she continued to talk. “Well looks like we’ll be keeping you here for the next few days for observation, Behavioral Health Ward…,” then she left, as a tear filled with anger and disappointment rolled down my face. The family and people walked back in.

“So, hey everyone,” I spoke first, “thanks for coming, man my throat is killing me.”

“You have pneumonia,” Rosa said, “sorry Nas.”

People slowly poured out to let me get some rest and Rosa quickly informed me of how I obtained pneumonia. Who knew that these actions were signs of my later informed illness?

general knowledge

So i'm working on my book now. It's the story of my life.

I've gotten a lot done and I'm now up to high school, which is the last part I have to finish. Most of college is written out, the rest is in note for, which shouldn't be hard to write out quick.

I've spoken with a few publishers and hopefully I meet my deadline of December 1st and it get out there. Please read it.