I’m a Butterfly

11 Jan

I will never forget it.  It was my sophomore year in high school.  The assignment was to write.  I was pumped.  I was the girl that was willing to write all of the papers.  All of the short stories.  All of the essays.  This particular time, the teacher handed back my paper and I immediately felt my heart drop.  My fifteen year old self almost couldn’t process the words that were written in red, bold script at the top of the page.  I honestly can’t tell you exactly what they said.  They weren’t positive.  They weren’t encouraging.  No matter what the actual letters spelled out, I walked away with one thought.  I couldn’t write.  Not physically, of course.  Just that I wasn’t any good.  That I didn’t have what it took.

The thing is, writing was in my heart.  It still is.  It is part of who I am.  What I did learn though, was that no one could see the things that I had written.  When I put those parts of me onto a piece of paper, they needed to be kept hidden away and safe.  So, I wrote.  I filled notebooks and drawers.  I wrote poetry and open letters.  I wrote songs and stories.  I wrote.  And I kept every single word under lock and key.

For twenty years I have hidden away those pieces of my heart.  Then one day, not too long ago, I started a book.  The words just flowed out of me like they were meant to be on paper.  I shared them with my most trusted friend and she convinced me that they were worth reading.  And so, my first book was born.

To say that I am proud of this book would simply not be enough.  I am terrified of the vulnerability that is required to allow people this close to my soul.  I am humbled by the responses I have already seen.  But mostly, I am in love with these characters and the story that their lives created.  I truly hope you will be too.

I have thought, often, of that teacher throughout this process.  I wish she could see me now.  I would love to send her a copy of my book.  On the inside, front cover, I would write the words that it took me almost twenty years to learn.

“There is never a right time to stop dreaming of ways to open your wings and fly.”

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If you are interested in ordering your own copy of my first novel, it can be found on Amazon at the following link:

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/179083340X/ref=crt_ewc_img_srh_1?ie=UTF8&psc=1&smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER

 

 

 

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