So I most definitely started writing again. In fact I never stopped, I just stopped sharing.

I started to write a story randomly, I am nowhere near finished but here's an excerpt from what I've written so far.

"Beautifully placed, her slim physique relished in peace and eloquence. You could see the detail in her frame as the wind blew her long dress neatly to her body, yet not managing to interrupt her short, kinky hair. But for her none of this mattered, she was so free in her own world, she was what one would call a Daisy Miller, curious by nature and wild at heart. Her aura entranced everyone around her, she made you feel safe, she made me feel safe. As I watched her from the back swing on my porch, I noticed the way she looked at life, she taught me plenty, just from observing her. One day I would talk to her but for now, mum was calling, and she hated when I was late for breakfast. So I went, daydreaming of the girl I wanted to know.

During the spring, a wonderful glow would hit the trees and flowers here in Barbados and I couldn’t wait to have John take me down to the river to soak in some rays. John was my little brother and he was cool, everyone knew and loved John but he was as dumb as a doorknob.  “Mornin’ mum, sleep well? You look sweet this morning, you do something to ya hair?”, I urged as I thought about that river, “Boy hush, and eat ya food, why you sweetenin’ me up fuh? John, wa he up to now?”, mum cursed at us. “We just wanna go to the river mum, please?”, John begged with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "

What do you guy think? Should I continue...?