Tonight, I parted ways with a dear old friend.
This friend has been with me for over ten years. I found her in a trash bag full of hand-me-down clothes given to us by a church member.
It was love at first sight.
I immediately began sharing with her stories that I’d been wanting to put on paper for a very long time. She encouraged the creativity like a silent but steady muse.
A few years ago when she began to show her age, I put her back together using decorative tape.
But alas, the friendship was not meant to last.
She began to age more and more.
At long last, I have decided to retire her. She will go on the shelf with my other prized novels and rest, a constant and gentle reminder of how far I’ve come.
She’ll represent the hard work, tears, open heart, vulnerability and thick skin involved in the writing process. And she’ll cheer me on as I dive back into the page and fill line after line with fantastical characters and twisty plots.
I’ve adopted a new writing friend.
(Hello, toes! What lovely polish you have…)
Created from old jeans and imagination, this writing friend will be a tough workhorse for the ideas brewing.
Now, the page awaits.