‘beyond hope’ may not be after all
Immersed in my lost novel-to-be on this first anniversary of inception, I stumbled upon sterling sentences, sound structure and primo poetry.
Time tends to elapse before I affirm my words as aught but spew and drivel. I had nearly discarded it as merely an ill-conceived project abandoned by inspiration. Now, stimulated by what it might become (and charmed by what it is), I’m blessed to be impressed with its existence.
This project is not as Beyond Hope as I feared: I now commit to a new spring of writing and rewriting. Blessed be all creations of the heart.