Though I mentioned the last 6 months, the true horror of the story started almost 3 years ago, and that agony and terror has played the largest role in my life, trumping all else.
Now that the end has come, the book is closing and it's time to move on to join the land of the living again and to ask "who am I?" without this torture ruling my life, a sign was giving. My sister gave me a gift for Christmas. It was a simple gift really, a couple of magazines on writing techniques... What mattered was on the Christmas card attached to the magazines were written the simple words of "Love, Faith and Hope".
My sister has walked through the hell I have walked through the past 3 years and still had it within her to have the love, the faith and the hope that I pursue with my writing.
If she can have the love, faith and hope in me for success, by all means so should I. So here's to having a little "faith" and a lot of "hope" to continue writing and turning out things that I "love"