So Something Had Begun, And Now She

Writing Is Always A Process Of Discovery—i Never Know The End, Or Even The Events On The Next Page, Until They Happen. There’s A Constant Interplay Between The Imagining And Shaping Of The Story.

They Turned A Distracted Gaze On The World, Wide-eyed, Somehow, And Questioning.

It Wasn't Right. He Knew That, But It Was Like Falling: Once You Started You Couldn't Stop Until Something Stopped You.

The Thing Is, I Used To Like That: Feeling Special Because I Knew Something No One Else Did. It's A Kind Of Power, Isn't It, Knowing A Secret? But Lately I Don't Like It So Much, Knowing This. It's Not Really Mine To Know, Is It?

The Challenges In This Place Are Real And Sometimes Very Difficult, But I've Learned To Slow Down And Look For Beauty In My Days, For The Mysteries And Blessings Woven Into Everything, Into The Very Words We Speak.