Seeing the Future
I may not be able to see the future, but I can dream.
The dream forming inside of me was given wings when Jon placed my birthday journal in my hands. The three journals I received thereafter emphasized the importance of my decision.
This is my writing year.
After years of standing in indecision, wondering whether I should invest in writing, I have jumped off the cliff and am hurling towards a pool of words.
Unborn. New. Silent.
Immersing myself in them, I hope to fling them from my body into the world, to you.
Coming in January, I will be offering you an exciting opportunity to join me on this writing journey. I hope you will take it.