Surfacing

At last, I’ve come up for air.  Oh, how sweet it tastes!  I’ve felt my lungs burning—bursting with the spent carbon dioxide of a summer of toil—and here, finally, is my grand exhale.  And as I float here on the other side of my recent travails, I know this long, hypoxic journey was worth it.  It didn’t go exactly as I’d planned, but sometimes we just have to hold our breath and trust we’ll make it through.

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Committing to the Plunge—An Update on The Novel

Have you ever stood at the edge of a dock, toes curled and suspended above the blue, deep water?  To jump off requires a binding commitment to the force of gravity.  Once off the edge there is no reversing course; you will fall into the lake; you will submerge.  Deciding to jump is a commitment to this eventuality.

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