Look what came in the mail today.
Sunlight through stained glass touches my newest anxiety trigger.
But there’s still nothing I’d rather do than write.
So it begins again…
Sunlight through stained glass touches my newest anxiety trigger.
But there’s still nothing I’d rather do than write.
I can’t wait to read it! Congrats that it arrived!
Thanks! It’s so different from the others, but as wonderful Michelle once told me, “…your readers…know you will take them to a good place, light or dark.” See, Michelle? I heed your words.
I think this book is a lighter place, and I consider it a necessary part of the trip from where we’ve been to where we’re going.
Lately, I’ve been getting excited about where we’re going.
I’m not going anywhere. You can’t make me.
Open your eyes; you’re driving.
I can’t fly this plane!
Uncross your eyes; you’re flying.
YAY!!!! I can’t wait to read it…I am your number one fan….:)
YAY!!! I also can’t wait to read it…. I won’t say I’m your number one fan – I’ll leave that to Greg (although that phrase still evokes Misery hauntings).
*bouncing in joy with you*
I am so proud of you guys…good job!
It makes me smile and smile.
a different perspective
I saw this post and it triggered something in me, too. Pride. I remember days when we stayed up late under the fluorescent light of the office we became so comfortable in. It felt like a second home to me when you were there. Editing proposals and working on presentations together, I didn’t mind doing the work because it was more time I could spend with you. I knew you had such talent, and that one day you would find your place. This was definitely not it; however, I still felt so fortunate that we both ended up there at the same time. You were persecuted by the aging white republican men who held positions of pseudo-power and felt you were beneath them for believing in something different and not conforming to their value system. You were mocked and unappreciated, yet you handled yourself with dignity and never gave them the satisfaction of seeing you sweat. Back then you were the same wonderful woman, in a totally ill-suited world. Through a few chat rooms and the right connections you found your outlet, and you found Timothy James Beck. The light cast on this latest adventure is so beautiful to me. I see all that you have accomplished, and how you have blossomed into who you were always meant to be. I can’t take away your anxiety, of course… as there is still work to be done and pressure to be felt. I just want you to know that from my perspective, and through my eyes, it is another representation of how amazing you are. And as your friend, I am overjoyed for you – and overcome with pride.
Re: a different perspective
Ack! Stop that; you made me cry!
Thank you. I have no regrets about that place. I met people there who made a wonderful difference in my life. It provided stability during tumultuous times. It made me know I had grown up enough to be who I was supposed to be no matter how I differed from the people around me. And there were plenty of times we laughed our butts off. Leaving was HARD, but it opened up so many new opportunities for me that I came to understand that it was liberty, not exile.
Plus they began my sleighbell collection. =)