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This year, I began compiling decades of writing in Scrivener. So far, so good. It’s been a dream to put my twenties to rest in a poetry book and I am taking it one word at a time.

Is it normal that as I am editing my work down, I find so much, fluff? Maybe it’s age but it took twenty words then what I can say in now in eight.

It’s been cathartic and a bit wistful to read such deep, reflective thoughts from years ago. I was innocently sad when my heart broke (repeatedly), but I kept going. I want to take that same energy and apply it to the editing.

I hope you’ll come along for the ride of getting this book into print, for better or worse.

Leaving with a few words from then.

we embrace

as if we have known for years

that we would meet

and connect

immediately