Today I am isolating myself from everyone to scribble in my endless notebooks. I am a writer-never doubt it. There are times when I question this path, but I cannot leave it- and in truth, I have no wish to try. I don't think I ever chose it- was there ever a moment when I had a choice? Not that I recall- I simply always knew.
A silver lantern lights my way through the trees. I am looking for a precious treasure hidden by moonilight. I wonder and wander beneath the moon. I smile wild with cold teeth and take a bite out of the sky. It tastes of ink.
Author's Notes: This is an excerpt from my book, "Stealing Plums."
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