Sunday, May 3, 2015
I can tell things are going in the right direction:
My mind is open, writing is more frequent.
I sing at all hours, there's all of a sudden room to dance.
Dear Book Out There in the Cosmos:
My hands are ready to create. This world needs your story. I'm ready to finally write it. I will welcome you with open arms.
The table's been set, the candles are lit, the wine is chilled. I will make you a lovely feast fit for kings and queens. It's a safe place now.