The Narrative Mosaic
They say that the theater is a temple of dreams. A library is a similar temple-a temple of stories. Now that I am in the midst of publishing my own book, I stand and marvel at the books in a library. To publish a novel, a book of poetry, anything yourself, is a daunting task. It gives me immense admiration and respect for authors and self-publishers. I will never look at a book the same way twice. http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/dam/assets/131126191411-strahov-abbey-library-horizontal-large-gallery.jpg It is the plight of the writer to have endless thoughts in your head. Thoughts about what you have already written, thoughts about what you will write about. My thoughts drift back to the novel I am writing. I have not written anything in the novel in six months. I have been so preoccupied with publishing my first book of poetry, “I am Hope” that I have put the novel aside. (In regards to “I am Hope”, the e-book can be purchased here: http://www.silencecommunity.com/