It is like the time of early,
When one pure thought was new and fresh in the world.
There was uncertainty in abundance,
But faith was there to resolve it entirely.
Completely self involved: Recently, I was talking to fellow writers about the never ending fantasy novel I have been writing on for years when all of a sudden one pipes in, “seriously, you have the thing already written. The world is made, just finish up already and slap a cover on it, so we can read it.”
She was right, of course. But truth be told, I’m just not happy with it yet. I want it to steal hearts. I want it to bring people to a place they can escape to. I want it to be all the things I am not. And I want it to be something that leaves you satisfied.
Because, dear readers, you deserve nothing less.