deep breath. stretch. don't want to get up yet-- have to. shades, twist, sunlight.
mmmm. good morning.
sunlight on my shoulder blades.
coffee. sunlight. sunlight. sip.
desk chair, flip screen. tap, tap, tap-- fingers flying.
retractable pen: click, click, click.
drawing pine trees. thinking. getting in on my hands.
sip. pour. sip. think.
tap, tap, tap.
crack; eggshells. toast.
potatoes and rosemary.
more coffee, more words.
licking my lips, staring into space,
trees, so many trees.
sunlight in the window as i tap
feet under the desk. butterflies in my belly.
what's going to happen next
what's going to happen
it's not the gush of water that breaks the rock, it's the steady: drip, drip, drip.
it's the every day.
that was this morning for me. today is part of the process and tomorrow will be too. sitting here in the sunlight, sipping my coffee after letting loose some words on the page, it feels surreal that Worlds Beneath is OUT THERE. like... whoa, man.
and here's the thing about process: you can't do it alone. i couldn't do this alone. this whole launch has been so extremely humbling because of that fact alone. i couldn't do this without you, the reader. the commenter. the betas. the team. my family. my mom reading and leaving me sweet notes in the margins. my sister who is pure brilliance and everything. my husband. my editor. my proofreader, formatter. every single on of you who have read an arc, posted on social media, or written a blog post.
i could not do THIS without YOU.
please know how much you mean to me. please know how important you are to me. please know.
book two is here because of you guys. <3