The world is a stage, a poem

The world is a stage. But I’m no actress! I stand here in the middle of the stage waiting for the spotlight to shine upon me. I feel small, unworthy. Invisible to the naked eye. There without light, darkness falls. I’m standing in the middle of the stage in darkness. Doubt caressing my skin. Whispering… Continue reading The world is a stage, a poem

Almost a month

And I’m still on the writing journey; it has been a great one trying to put together the ideas and the outline of a story that is very complicated, but exciting. At least ten chapters of this book have been put to rest and I struggle with the last ones. One by one pushing myself… Continue reading Almost a month