Small thing. Unfolded. Sent out into the world.
Two years have been rough for me. Two years wondering if I will ever make something like this. Something ordinary but extraordinary. Two years of sleepless nights and worrying in the gestation.
Out in the world and people are reading it and people are liking it.
I feel myself relax.
I have kept the bad things said to me close to my heart. All these years and the good things have seemed like lies, all the positive reviews and the people who have liked my books.
Now for the first time I am listening and hearing. People like this small fragile thing. It is safe to let it go now and move on.