My heart broke recently. If my life was a book, the reader would have seen it coming before me. They might have been screaming at me to turn around. Most of my friends did. They saw the doom on the horizon and braced themselves. But, I am stubborn and kept sailing toward it. Right off the edge.
When I wrote the ending for my novella last week, I rejoiced. I openly declared it finished. This is the longest writing project that I have brought to an ending. Moments later I realized that the ending was really just another beginning. Now, I have to run through the draft while I shop for editor …
Lucinda Rose 