It was as if someone shot me in the head with a bullet ,and I recovered at some point, because I became aware of the unfinished novels I failed to complete. I also became aware of the unedited novels I had no time for. It was as though the 'writer' in me rose up to take precedence in my life. Now I find myself juggling homework along with working on novels.

My point is: You can never give up on writing. For me, writing was an escape; a place I ran to when things in my life became overwhelming. I was in charge in my novels. I decided what roles my characters would play, and how they'd play--good vs evil. This was the only time I had control. After trying and failing to use my academic programs as a diversion, I realized it wasn't working, at least not for me. While writing I was involved in the mysteries that complicated my characters' lives. It was complete escape, better than a shrink. I found answers in writing that I couldn't find by just being alone and thinking.

So here I am with a heavy study schedule, trying to juggle enough time for writing. Once the passion strikes, it never leaves no matter how hard you try. Even writing blogs is a carryover from the past. I worked for many years as an investigative reporter and won awards for my articles. I even had my own column. Writing blogs takes me back to my newspaper years.

Some old timers have used the expression 'Ink in Your Blood', and I guess they're right. At least for me the expression is right on the money.