I just finished a revision on a story that has been shouting this at me. I'm not a morning person but I was out of bed and writing at 5:am the last couple of mornings trying to get this baby calmed down.
And now I'm sitting on the couch, dog keeping my feet warm, tears of happiness running down my face. Why? Because I love this. Because I have found my heart's desire. Because writing is like breathing and I'm gulping pure oxygen.
The story I am working on comes from a very cold, very scary, very dark time in my life. But the story is warm and fearless and bright.
It is my love song to life.
Peace,
Chris
And now I'm sitting on the couch, dog keeping my feet warm, tears of happiness running down my face. Why? Because I love this. Because I have found my heart's desire. Because writing is like breathing and I'm gulping pure oxygen.
The story I am working on comes from a very cold, very scary, very dark time in my life. But the story is warm and fearless and bright.
It is my love song to life.
Peace,
Chris