My proof of my second story comes next.
It’s a real nail biter. This process of getting books into print.
Where did I go wrong? Oh, just delete the header on the first page.
Someone says who may be in China or India or thereabouts.
So I do, and that’s it. All that stands between me and getting my story to the proof stage.
At least I hope.
The dog barks loudly and someone checking out the lot next door says, “quiet.”
It feels quiet in my heart when my book is being ready to be published.
Silence. Heart pumping.
Ready to publish #3 yet?
Says the voice inside me.
Next on the docket.
So I scramble my courage. I am ready. And my roses dance in the breeze.