Hello Dear Ones!

Last week I spent all of my time in a last minute rush to finish the final editing on my book – A Year in the Life of a Bus-Traveling Poet – in order to get it off to the printer by June 30th. Once the pages had been sent off, I chose to take a few days to rest and regroup. Only then would I feel that the door had closed on that leg of my journey.

Yet you know what happened? I couldn’t stop writing! Where before there had been rewrites and editing, now poems came rushing to the forefront of my thoughts. I’ve written over 4 dozen micropoems in the past many days! Not only that: the skeleton of my next book – the first of potentially many novels – has been forming so clearly, I put in at least six hours yesterday on its creation. What a satisfying feeling.

I was once asked what I enjoyed doing so much that I would do it even if I didn’t get paid for it . My answer was simple and instantaneous – write! “That,”  they said, “is your passion.” Well, if there had ever been any doubt within me, there is certainly no question about that any longer!

As one door closes … another opens – or maybe it’s the window beside it. For me, my first verse and prose book  merely awaits the viewing and approving of the proof copy before it can be opened for sale through Amazon.com. That is now the door closed. The door that is wide open for the next leg of my life journey is visible and I’ve peeked inside to find the most incredible decor – my future …

What might be within the open door awaiting you?

In Light and Laughter,

Marcia