Dear friends, lovers, and followers,
I might just revive this blog again. For recently I decided to come out of the closet: I am in fact, an author. As Rilke once said that if you go to sleep thinking about writing and waking up thinking about writing, then you are a writer. And I did. I do. For the last twenty years of my life I have been thinking of every lost word on that way to campus, when I was teaching, or in a meeting, when I was in the shower, and the minutes I woke up at night. I got poems in my head while I was asleep. It’s clear to see, to feel, I am a writer and always has been.
So I quit my job and decided to travel and write. I’m the happiest.
maia diaries 
Lost words and unique ways of saying what’s on my heart. Reminds me of fall leaves blowing along the ground. They blow around and I watch them blow. That’s all.
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that’s beautiful. thank you for sharing, Shaun!
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I like your writers voice, it inspired me. So thank you!
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you’re very welcome 🍰
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you’re brave. and you ‘re extremely good with those words. thank you for quitting that job 🙂
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youre here and am embarrassed 😅
a bit misleading: travels here means hotel-hopping, the farthest trip i made was to *bucks and i didn’t even get coffee… i was howard hughes-ing it.
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