First Blog Ever!

Well, here I am...self proclaimed writer who's never even posted her own blog, so I thought what the hell? The problem is that I haven't been able to write for quite awhile now. And I've always been able to write.  I was writing scenery and events around me in my head when I was five. But it disappeared over the course of a few months a short time ago. I'm hoping just some everyday writing here will bring it back.
And what about that picture? Well that is the source of the most incredible inspiration I ever had. That, of course is Ron, my love. That is when I first met him during a retreat the company we both worked for, held.
Mine has been a life of ....well complications...so at the time I met Ron, we'll just say things were turning around for me. I was living in Vancouver, working 7 days a week, happy and satisfied in my boring routine. Then the first of several amazing things happened. My best friend at the time gave me a book for my birthday.  It was called Twilight.  I could NOT put it down.
I've always loved vampires, but there was just something different about this story. These books put a spell on you, they grab hold of you. Don't know why, but for me they held some kind of magic.
Now me, I was content in my loveless state before I read these books. The unluckiest person at love, I've had nothing but creeps, cheaters, abusers even, in my life with one exception before Ron...and ironically he was a Ron too....a far too brief college romance that left me shattered on the inside for years after it ended.
Now when I was reading New Moon the 'love' part of me was pretty much dead inside. I desired no relationship, wanted with all my heart to be alone and at peace for the rest of my days. Then I read the break up chapter. Now, this started a chain of events which changed my life forever. The pain that Bella felt mirrored that break up back in college and it started me thinking of Ron again. That, combined with the printed cocaine Stephenie Meyer was providing started a writing fury in me.  It was August and I was rushing home every day to write for every minute I could until sleep overcame my brain (briefly....I am a raging insomniac).
In about the space of a month I had almost 200 pages. Every minute I couldn't write was torturous. I not only was writing a very original vampire story that included my 'Edward' from the past....but new ideas were exploding inside my brain for other stories and I jotted them down as quickly as I could.
Then life was interrupted for a business trip....a trip I did not want to go on. Not only do I loathe and fear flying, but it really didn't fit with my writing frenzy. As well, I was on a frantic hunt to find the Ron from so long ago and I'd just had a break in my little detective case by discovering and having a phone conversation with College Ron's uncle. I wondered what he was doing, how his life had turned out, did he remember me with as much fondness? Would we ever see each other again...It had been almost 14 years.
It was a week before the biz trip...and that was when the real weirdness started.....