Day 61:
Today I admit what I started many years ago...a fantasy, a story that has started, sputtered, stopped, morphed, and remained my little secret. A tale that I have told no one about, not even my kids or my mom. But my little post apocalyptic world of fantasy has now requested that life finally be breathed into it...that it be allowed to see completion and the light of day. So, with renewed vigor I return to the world where Nick lives, searching for Hank and his mother, being constantly haunted by Alana, a woman he has yet to meet.
For years I told my kids stories about the Secret Garden which is not about the story I am writing but about the desire to enter that Secret Place where you can create lives out of thin air...you can be a kid again playing make believe. You can dance with wolves, slay a dragon, kiss a handsome prince, and live to tell others all about the amazing adventures you have had. Now with the kids going on their own journeys, I can revisit my own Secret Garden. For that, I am thankful.
Today I admit what I started many years ago...a fantasy, a story that has started, sputtered, stopped, morphed, and remained my little secret. A tale that I have told no one about, not even my kids or my mom. But my little post apocalyptic world of fantasy has now requested that life finally be breathed into it...that it be allowed to see completion and the light of day. So, with renewed vigor I return to the world where Nick lives, searching for Hank and his mother, being constantly haunted by Alana, a woman he has yet to meet.
For years I told my kids stories about the Secret Garden which is not about the story I am writing but about the desire to enter that Secret Place where you can create lives out of thin air...you can be a kid again playing make believe. You can dance with wolves, slay a dragon, kiss a handsome prince, and live to tell others all about the amazing adventures you have had. Now with the kids going on their own journeys, I can revisit my own Secret Garden. For that, I am thankful.
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