Yeah. I’ve got another novella out.
This one is a story of Green’s Hill. And the artwork is beyootifuul. And between this one and Truth in Dark and Making Promises (due out next month) I am content that I have lived up to my writer’s promise this year. I have more–much more, I hope–but I very rarely stop and take a breath and say, “Well done, writer. You have crafted something beautiful. Be proud.”
I am a writer. A REAL writer–I have been one for five and a half years. It’s finally sinking in this month. I’m the author of several full length works and several short works of fiction. People spend their precious disposable income on my work and say it feeds their soul.
I have crafted some things beautiful.
I’m proud.
