"The first of many." he said. I looked almost incredulous. Could one of my craziest dreams be allowed to roam free?
That was my first book. A collection of poems. Publishing it was like flinging a piece of my heart out to the universe.
And after that, a new step into the unknown, guided only by my fingers on the keyboard. It used to be a pencil on an old notebook page, eraser close by, just in case. There are no mistakes in poetry though. Just a flow of words.
Now, I must think cautiously before unveiling this new world to you. My yet unnamed story. Of "great adventures, unforgettable". A world of dreams, a search that will eventually lead back to the one most important place in the world.
I am still struggling with my ideas, who run amock like they always do. I'm still afraid and very uneasy. Will the journey be as good as the guidebook says? Will my readers be honest? Will I be honest with myself?
I guess we'll just all have to start off on this path together and see where it takes us.