(Very) Late bloomer

I sorely miss reading books. After switching careers from advertising to business process outsourcing, I stopped reading as a hobby. It was around the same time that I also stopped writing. Truly, reading and writing either flourish or die together. My earliest favorite books were from the Nancy Drew series. IKR. It's old school. Years back, I would spend summer vacation with my aunt and her family. Except for my aunt (who was always busy in the kitchen), everyone of us in that household either had a book to read or a movie video to watch. My cousins had a fairly wide collection of readings, which they either bought with their allowance or were given to them by their dad, and the ones that first got me hooked into reading were the Nancy Drew paperbacks. I can't remember now which titles I have read (I won't deny memory gap is something I have developed in my state of motherhood.), but they definitely triggered my love for mystery novels toward the latter years. When Nan...

Shame on me: For keeping dormant blog accounts that never got to anything more than two frigging posts over the last five years; For being uncertain if I can keep this blog going (not again!); For abandoning writing when all I've ever dreamed was to get published; For letting my life pass me by with no written record of people I've met (family and friends, most especially), places I've been, and things I've considered dear; what a shame indeed. No time to despair now, as I do realize quite belatedly: Life is too short for that. I got a lot of looking back and catching up to do. I got to look back (and sigh) on the things I passed up and get myself to change those misses into hits. (I was about to say before time runs out on me, but that's creepy.)  It will be like my life on playback and fast-forward.