My dreams aren’t on the surface lately. Some on earth are being granted, one by one. My daughter and I both came out of a conversation feeling good. Halleluyah, hallelu hallelu.
Full on writing, two stories to be sent end of May and June and that dear “winning” novel for NaNo needing to be edited for my free five copies. My name on the shelf. I will put it between my Alice Walkers and my Fay Weldons as my remembrance.
I quit work and grasp my breath, I’m speeding. Breathing when the center does not hold.
All would be for naught