Yes. Why not?

Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we? ~Terri Guillemets

...and so it begins.

The deadline looms close on my horizon - the date my book is due to the publisher. I am amazed and humbled and nervous. Writing this book has been one of the hardest things I've ever done, to bare my soul and pour my heart into these words. She is me. He is mine. They are visceral and ethereal, and as easy to grasp with my mind as smoke in the darkness.

It is my fervent wish my words would touch and tame and ignite and sooth and really, really not suck. "All this from a work of fiction?" you ask. Mayhaps too lofty a goal...at least that last part.

It is with humble hoping that I offer up my words, the fruit of my soul, to the world and await its judgement.

Let it begin. (I wore my big girls pants today.)