...and 113 pages later. I look up toward the heavens and thank God for guiding the way. Color me done - manuscript is at its finality. The only words I have left are, my husband inspired me and out of nowhere the flood gates opened -- my memory returned and within eight days I finished. I might also add, I believe my little girl leaving me had something to do with it too. Who knows. Spiritual power comes from above and that's what matters. Regardless, I did it. Now I find a literary agent. Any thoughts? If not, I will have to close my eyes and point aimlessly at the Google links provided.Jul 26, 2011
Thirty-Two Thousand Eight Hundred Ninety-Six Words
...and 113 pages later. I look up toward the heavens and thank God for guiding the way. Color me done - manuscript is at its finality. The only words I have left are, my husband inspired me and out of nowhere the flood gates opened -- my memory returned and within eight days I finished. I might also add, I believe my little girl leaving me had something to do with it too. Who knows. Spiritual power comes from above and that's what matters. Regardless, I did it. Now I find a literary agent. Any thoughts? If not, I will have to close my eyes and point aimlessly at the Google links provided.
Jul 25, 2011
My Baby Girl Is Gone
In loving memory of my best friend of five years. She was at my heals at every moment, I heard her every sound, and she heard mine. She became my habit, my love, my everything. I took her everywhere I could. I never stopped thinking of her and never stopped wondering what she needed. She became my every breath.
I took care of her as if she were my child…I clipped her toe nails, gave her baths, cleaned her ears, brushed her coat, ensured she had her anal expressions and when her kidneys seemed to be failing, I put her on a diet. I took her on walks, hikes, and runs. We traveled everywhere together. She was my all and when I got a job last year and she was out of my presence, I missed her. She was so happy to greet me when I arrived home and I her. She was playful, loving, aloof, royal, but no matter what, she was my baby. I expected 10-12 years and I got five. But I will take it, ‘cause that’s what I got. She was the best thing to ever happen to me….ever…my whole life. Baci Fiona Jana, I love you and I miss you with all my heart and soul...5 months later, I still cry almost every day.
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