I am a writer.
My life would be empty without this call. There would be no purpose. no ending to guide my daily struggle. No story toward which to strive. Each day something beckons, and that – I know – is the waiting tale.
One last happy ending.
My characters have a life outside of my own. They have dreams and failures that motivate the like of which I cannot even dream. They have a path I would not dare follow. In that respect I have something to learn from their waiting destiny, and it is that destiny I strive to tell, to the fullest extent, so that someone like myself – sheltered in Christiandom – can learn something about the other side.
Janine, Marcus, the unnamed villain… all of which have taught me something of the darker side of destiny.
I am a writer, and I adore the spinning of the unwritten tale – that lesson waiting to be divulged to others. What tale will this day reveal? I have but to open my heart and mind and listen.
