Hot chocolate makes me feel very happy. *nuzzles her mug*

There is so much that needs to be done this week on the writing front. And it's not even November yet!

I have an opportunity to be a pioneer. And it's wonderful and fabulous and scary all at once. Mm... Be careful what you wish for~

All of my life- since the earliest memories- the thought of being a published author motivated me like nothing else. I began penning novels when I was ten years old... short stories were created much earlier. Writing fuled my soul- impassioned my life. I could not separate myself from the being of ink and paper that stained my skin and burrowed itself deep within me. I was driven by nothing- save for words.

The stars inspired me- the earth cradled me. I wrote of heroines long known and long forgotten, dredging from myth and legend a new woman that I imbued with all the things that had seemed to be lost from this world. I wrote of love and valor- honesty and virtue in the dim haze of night, with pen clutched in tired fingers. I breathed nothing but what I sought to teach... I wanted- more than all of my wishes- to hold out my hands to this earth, and reveal to them the little bouquet I had spent my life growing.

And now. I have this chance.

And I am grateful beyond measure.

(Follow your dreams. They just may come true.)