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Break is over!

Wow! It took me some time to log onto Blogger. I always feel like it is a test when I have to remember a password on an account. I couldn't remember the email or password. That is when you know it has been awhile.  I started a new blog on wordpress. I have been writing but it is all about crafty DIY project and organization. Someone asked me a few weeks ago if I ever use Box of Chocolates and I was sad to say, "No".  So here I am with a renewed outlook on Box of Chocolates.  You never know what you are going to get, but here I am again so at least it will be something.

For a year I have been wanting to do National Novel Writing Month. It is the month of November.  The process has already started for me. I have been reading books on writing and doing research on some of the ideas I have for my Novela. Novel sounds so much better to me in Spanish. I think I have written about things in different languages sometimes just sound better. I think it was a post on my age. But I digress. Story of my life, Digression.  See I did it again!

In order to be a better writer one must..... what for it (pause for effect) WRITE! Well heeeelloooo Captain Obvious, my name is Heather. I thought of starting a new blog but Box of Chocolates is me, it is a little of my past and is going to meet my present and be my future as far as writing is concerned. Sounds a little silly but I really would like to just want to write again and write for the sake of writing, even if no one is reading.

I think I needed a break. I didn't like how I was just getting on to rant and vent. Not that I will not vent and rant again on Box of Chocolates but I hope to post more often to counter act the soap box girl in me.  Last year I spoke to a group of people about budgeting and how living a budgeted life got us through a very hard time in our life.  I was so thankful for my words on Box of Chocolate that brought back the feelings I had then, years later.  I don't want to erase my past words. I don't want to start fresh.  This is who I am, warts and all.  My break is over.

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