Self Known

[photo via pinterest] She quietly hums to herself, her fingers linked and resting as she stares at the cloudy sky through the cracks in the foliage above. A bird calls in the distance and she doesn't move or react. She lets her eyelids slide shut, waiting as patiently as her heart and body will allow. The bird calls again, and this time, it is closer. She shifts in her spot on the low tree branch, anticipating, trying her best to keep herself relaxed. But her heart beats rapidly in her chest. How long has it been? How much longer shall I have to wait? "Chirp, chirp." Says a voice beside her ear. As her heart jumps up to her throat, she turns her head and opens her eyes. His round orbs shimmer back, a welcoming sight in the growing darkness of the forest. Swiftly, because she cannot wait any longer, her fingers find his hair and their lips meet after an eternity of chaotic wait. She finds herself shifting off her tree and into his arms, his feet moving...

Click, clack, click. My fingers fly. My mind races. Words play back as images. Click, clack, ding. More words added. More images formed. Small smiles become visible. Click, clack, click. "He said this..." "She did that..." Drama enters the story. Click, clack, ding. The climax has risen. The ending has been decided. I wonder what they will think. Print, seal, tape. My fingers are crossed. The deed has been done. My fate as an author rests in their hands. ~ ~ ~ So recently, I've been typing up a storm on my little laptop. Now that school and dance are over, I finally have time to sit down, relax, and write--reading squeezes in there too. I have been working this story I hope to get published for six months. The "anniversary" is today. :) I am so happy--and proud--to be able to say I have over 80,000 words typed out for this book. I am so excited to have my first draft almost done, but I can...