How is this tree like my journey now? So many twists and turns. I can't see the sky. It can be confusing. Then I look down and see my feet.
And know where I am.
DARK o'clock AND COLD degrees.
You can't second guess yourself.
Are words a writer thinks in response to reviewers.
Did they miss my point?
Not understand my intentions?
Have I missed the boat?
But it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters but the reader.
The reader's the thing.
The main thing.
The only thing.
I write for my readers and always will. So when you are profoundly moved by my book. Email me. Write me. And I will answer.
Because you are why I do what I do.
And you are really the only ones who matter.