What I didn’t know when I started writing Inside the River:
–That once silence is broken open into words, there is no longer silence.
-That once hours turns into years and years gets marked by the amount of drafts redone, what once was a dream becomes an ambitious endeavor.
-That my confidence as a writer didn’t grow because of what I wrote, but what I was willing to rewrite and delete.
-That now, when I read books, I find myself cheering a little inside when the rules and structure of story are exquisitely bent.
-That expectations are the hurdles I chose to place on my path, and my legs are way too short to start learning how to jump at this point in my life.
-That writing the words “The End” would be the ultimate beginning.
-That dipping my modern pen into the social media ink would make my fears begin to lessen into irrelevance.
-That a kind comment from a stranger, matters…a lot.
-That my gratitude for Ana didn’t stop after I stopped writing her story.
-That I have more stories to tell.