The day I discovered the beauty of highlighting text, of writing using colored pens other than the normal blue and black…oh, and stick notes and page markers…
Everything from my project notes to journal is colorful.

I want to talk about the things that keep me awake at night,
But now that I say it out loud, they seem so trivial,
Like the thought of you,
The taste of strawberry yoghurt,
the first sip of a well served latte,
the first forkful of chocolate fudge cake,
buying notebooks, beautiful pens, highlighters, while listening to my playlist on spotify,
being in my Mom’s presence, the lunch dates, when we sit down to watch four hours of Afro-cinema…
being in my Sisters presence, her family, her children and laughing at memes and memories of our childhood….
I want to speak of the things that keep me awake at night, but whenever I open my mouth to shout, I only sing of the good, and once I start I cannot stop.

We are coming to the end of this month and now I am preparing for the National Novel Writing Month (NanoWrimo) taking place in November.
On reading: I have some four titles in my Netgalley shelf that I am looking forward to reading because they promise insights on topics that I am interested in.




On writing: Well, aside from participating in the WordPress Daily Prompts- I am journaling more often and taking a step back from duties or tasks at work that don’t seem to build onto my goal of who I’d like to be. Setting up a writing schedule is #goals, but I haven’t committed to it.
On life: Have you watched Doona on Netflix? I am still on my kdrama space, and loved watching Doona.
If there is one thing I realized this month, it’s that I have a wonderful family and these people would give their all to see me win, to see me smile and thrive- and that alone has me grateful for this year, for everything I have experienced.
And just like that, I am reminded of the times I have been on the edge of a cliff, giving up in my mind and my body follows while my spirit remains torn…what am I most proud of in my life?
Staying alive.
Waking up every day, one step at a time, one decision after another, and finding bliss in the small things, like making it past an hour, and another, until dusk.

Gratitude.
Finances: I finally managed to track my expenses and commit to a savings plan and just knowing what goes in and out and why…has been an interesting experience.
Exiting conversations and WhatsApp groups without feeling guilty, because though I choose to be part of some networks, my threshold for insults and vitriol from group members at other members-reading that and taking it in, is not my cup of tea.
A book, a story, yet to be published.

I guess this much is true, that not everything has to be revealed.

I want to visit any of these six places in Kenya where you can bungee jump.

The book includes chapters on plot, character, and chronology, but travels far beyond the earnest intentions of most craft books. It includes essays on humor, sex, writer’s block, and the dividends of failure, as well as prompts to generate new work and a rollicking Frequently Asked Questions section. You’ll never think about writing the same way again.
As a Writer, you bet I’m taking notes…highlighting sections I am questioning all the while prepping for NanoWrimo.
Laundry.
I am creating a mountain of dirty clothes in the other room, waiting to see what it’d be like when I run out of clothes to wear and when the weather is fine…I am good at putting it off truly.
