As Darkness wraps around me, I embrace it. Only to have you once more, in the crisp morning dawn. You snuggle your sweet warmth, into my soul. You cool my heat, and dry my sweat. You give me passion, for words. You give fragrance, to spark a memory. You give changing of temperature, to harvest […]
I have just finish my first draft…..I did it. I have now accomplished something in my life at 41 that I always said I was going to do. I can not explain the feeling that I am having. So unexplainable that no word is powerful enough to put down. I am very excited to start the rewriting and editing. Now that my novel is on paper I want to read it over and over. She is so beautiful almost like the baby girl I never had. I have two boys, love them dearly and always wanted boys. I do occasionally love the girl stuff or at least miss the girl stuff. I live in a very testosterone driven house hold. I hope to be getting some people lined up for proofreading in approximately two weeks that is the time limit I am giving myself to clean her up a bit. Very excited about someone else reading it and giving me the honest truth. I love it and it is all that matters. I guess to know someone else loves it, even likes it, or doesn’t like it. I’ll be okay with that too. Very mixed emotions I am trying to figure out. I am assuming I just need to know if they feel what I felt when I wrote it. If they do then I know I accomplished more than what I had set out to do. I want to put my book on your shelf, after you have read it of course.