The demand is there. Not from anyone in particular, but maybe from the one source I should remain true. The demand is from my heart. My mind races most of the time with thoughts. My heart yearns for someone to listen. The demand is to write.
This begins the second attempt. The attempt to formulate the ideas into concepts; the attempt to mold the hopes into realities; and the attempt to craft thoughts into sentences. This is my attempt to begin writing the book that is within me.
Here goes nothin'...strike that...here goes everything!
1 comment:
Hooray!
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