I finished my newest manuscript back in May, and I didn't read it again at all. Until now.
I was running late today.
A micro poem about... love.
The only way to accomplish a dream is to work for it. And you can't work for it if the only effort you put in is coming up with excuses as to why you can't pursue it.
After completing another manuscript in May, I stepped a little out of my comfort zone.
This is a story, written in verse, from the perspective of a child.
With all that's been happening in the world, and all the heavy books and articles I've been reading, and the news programs blasting a new crisis every hour, I really felt like I need something light to calm my soul. This book sounded like just the thing.
Although we are celebrating the same thing, every Muslim family around the world has their own way of doing things.
I got the job! ... And then the seeds of doubt started to sprout.
Write a story that begins and ends with someone looking up at the stars.