Thursday, November 06, 2008
Can you hear it? It's like a small earthquake. Rumbling. Shaking. Moving.
It's the rumblings of excitement.
I started reading my manuscript last night and there they were, small shivers at first, then gradually building into something much bigger, much larger, much more intense.
I wrote this, I thought. These are my characters. My story. My words.
Rumblings. Excited rumblings. Nervous rumblings. Happy rumblings.
It has waited long enough, this story of mine, for me to get my life in order (as much as it can be in order), for me to return to what I love.
It is time.
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