The urge to write has been very strong. My nerves and self doubt toward my abilities to undergo this task are daunting, but I really want to do it. No matter if I am the only one to ever read this novel. I am going to set it in the form of fiction, but the idea is based on the time period of when I met Kevin. A story on fears, love, faith and inner strength. I think it will make a good story. I am just at the stage of writing down ideas and working out the flow. I hope I can stay focused and be disciplined to write during the small windows of free time that I have.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov