I have goals and hopes and fantasies of what could be. I have written two books and coming close to typing ‘The End’ on number three (and have 3 more in the works) but I have yet to draw the interest of the right write people.
I love words. I love chasing them and capturing them and forcing them to draw pictures on clean white pages. They create color and movement and talk to one another if placed in the right order. Those I do not use are released to become muses to use at a later point. I am gentle with my use of words even though the images they create can be brutal and even deadly if need be. But I am kind to words.
I ask them nicely to help me create the world I want you to visit. I beg them to align themselves in a way that will make a reader want to follow along. I rearrange and appease they’re every demand to tease them into my grasp. I coat them in commas, periods, and quotation marks. I fill their hunger for paragraphs and page breaks. I offer up praise to the grammar gods in hopes they will approve. I am very kind to words.
I pray a day will come when my word collection will gather between the hardened covers of a book. I wish to see them safely encased between the folds and tucked snuggly on the shelves of bookstores and your bookshelf.
The day I look forward too the most is the day I walk into my favorite coffee shop and see people tucked together holding copies of my books and seeing their reaction to the journey from page 1 until page done. I want to watch their faces as they travel the world I created with the help of the words I captured. I want to see the emotional journey, the surprise, the tears, the shock and awe of the words I chose and in the order I placed them. I want to see people reading my words.
I have a goal. I have a dream. I am willing to struggle to get there. Be ready. The words will find their way and I will collect them all…in the right write order.
Find joy. Be joy. Enjoy.