A Book Doesn’t Happen at Once
Layers upon layers. Wrong turns and false starts. Moments of insight that come months or even years apart. A book doesn’t happen at once, and I’m so grateful for it. Otherwise how could it become all it’s meant to be?
Layers upon layers. Wrong turns and false starts. Moments of insight that come months or even years apart. A book doesn’t happen at once, and I’m so grateful for it. Otherwise how could it become all it’s meant to be?