In the middle of winter, entrapped in ice, snow, and bitter cold, I have been spending my time dreaming, hoping, waiting in anticipation. I liken it to the butterfly, wonder if the caterpillar has any sense of the impending transformation that is coming, coming soon, when that beautiful creature will emerge into a brave, new world. My first book signing for All the Little Things is coming up on February 8th and an article is heading out to the papers. I don’t know where this writing passion will take me. It’s scary and fraught with doubts, but wonderful as well. I think a quote I found says it perfectly: “Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over it became a butterfly.”
Only time will tell, but I am ready to fly.