
There is a silence at night, a deep stillness, that allows the mind to open wide into the universe …
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…actually, why not?

There is a silence at night, a deep stillness, that allows the mind to open wide into the universe …
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This space where
rather than converse
we talk write text
at each other
not to, forget with
one / another
masses of individuals
so many I-s so many Me-s
screaming soundless
endlessly into the void
hoping for a response
but all that bounces back ping-ping-ping
is the echo of our own voices ding-ding-ding
ricochets and rebounds
off of each other
over and over and over and over and over
(why am I so tired?)
and over again
until the onslaught of words
congeals;
that deafening silence.
In the distance
longed for desperately
written about once again
murmurs of actual conversation –
©2021 threegoodwords
~ Sometimes Summer lasts all year. . . ~
I did something once and that was finish a story.
A story people who visited threegoodwords back then followed.
And followed.
And enjoyed.
I remember reading those first comments and how I was genuinely shocked: Look! I told those close to me. Look, they’re reading it! Can you believe it? THEY’RE READING WHAT I WROTE!
I was deeply touched. I really can’t thank you lovely people enough, you know who you are. For without those first readers I would never have continued, never even thought to think that this little story of mine, maybe, maybe, could be something more. But here they were, reading what I wrote, a few even asking for more…
That was the beginning, that was the story
That became a final draft
That turned into a galley.
And the galley was read. By friends and strangers, by people who had a vested interested in seeing my story turn into A Book. There were long conversations, honest, helpful. There were days of frustration. There was way more editing.
~Three Oaks was the only house down Redrock that had its own road sign.~
And finally, one day, the whole was The Sun Born Over. Suddenly it was out there. Suddenly it was something more.
The Sun Born Over is an ebook, available on Amazon, which is something I still find hard to believe at times. I am genuinely grateful for an experience I never expected, and a team that was marvelous, despite the ups and downs of (online) publishing. Really, it is quite something.
Thank you so much for reading, liking, and commenting, for simply being there and helping The Sun Born Over simply happen.
Really: Thank you.
j.d.
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