The Gift

I had forgotten

I had forgotten that those letters could apply even when were old. I need to write a letter. Thank you.

A rekindled fire!

I have gotten the spark back just from hearing those short stories. The same flame that pittered out and died all those years ago. I am excited to read what I will write. I believe that it was his elaborate descriptions of the world he was creating in the stories that reminded me of the manner in which I wrote in my youth. I used to find myself overbearing and condescending in the tone of which I wrote, but no longer shall I see my writing that way. I am nearing forty years old now, and back when I was writing in that manner, I was merely thirteen or possibly younger. Either way, I have begun a youthful inspired love affair with words again. I believe a thank you is due!

I still awake. The story left me unsettled

I learned that wanting something makes me uncomfortable. She was easy to picture myself moving along with her. I’ve never been good at dreaming for myself. I want to sleep now

Not happy with my hope to be put to bed with a great sleep story

Sleepy at 9pm Full day. Fire Cate Love dogs. Where’s my cat?

Wow!

That hit home. Sobbed a bit. Now, I’m stuck with mini-me, consoling her the best I can. Absolutely lovely voice.

I felt understood.

I had no idea that story time was going to be this enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, I sobbed a bit; but, it was cathartic. Thank you.