Thank you

This blog is dedicated to those individuals who chose me to be a part of their family. I thank them for making it possible for the memories to write this blog. I commend them for creating the memories that gave me the strength to express myself through writing. Most of all, I am grateful to be able to share my experience with my readers.

Without my past, there would be nothing to share

To my children:
You are my loved ones, my babies. You are the three best blessings that God could have given me. I love you and am thankful for your support and shoulders through everything

Friday, August 18, 2017

Dear Diary

Now that I have all of my wheels turning in my brain, the reality of my life has turned the light bulb on Image result for idea light bulb


I am starting to put my book together and as I stated previously, I have the cover ready. I now know the style that I want to put the book into publication.

Idea:
Diary
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Reason:
How many people had a diary growing up in the 70s, 80s, even 90s??? 
I know I did, as well as my cousins and friends!
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How many people had their diary compromised by a parent, sibling, family member, or friend who just wanted to snoop and find out about what was going on in their day to day life???
I know I did, as well as my cousins and friends!
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Decision:
Turn my adoption experience into a diary that I probably would have written into one if I knew about it when I was growing up.

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My life's diary was compromised by deceit from family. Although I never wrote it, it was read without me knowing about being adopted. 

Explanation:
Because everyone knew except me, my life's diary was already read by the individuals that claimed to be trustworthy to me: Just like a personal diary being found and read by a "trusting" individual


Title:
"Adopted into Deceit: Diary of the Decepted"




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