“You’re going to be a Goddamn great writer someday. I just know it.”
He said that. The beautifully sweet Believer in me. And it sparked complete joy in my spirit, enough to carry me through.
After a seven month and three day gestation period, ladies and gentlemen, my book is finished.
Now I have the urge to hit backspace about a zillion times to eat up all the letters like a demented Pac-Man.
Because the beautifully sweet Believer has left.