At the beginning of this process, when I was in some fear, a beautiful thing happened with my story. I was feeling bad because I’m trying to do my best for it, but I keep getting all these health issues that slow me down. Coronavirus, major thyroid problems, cancer. And I was sorrowfully coming to my story with an attitude of, I want to be a good writer, do the best for you, but I might be too sick. I had that bowed head with tears in my eyes.

My story responded to me so softly. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.

“You’ve been here for me all this time. Now please let me be there for you. I’m not a job. I’m your friend. I’ll take care of you.”

It touched me deep in my heart. I knew what it was saying. That working on it, editing it, will bring me joy during this time when I am suffering. And I don’t need to be super creative or productive. I can just let it carry me in the gentle work.

I am a human being and I’m going to get sick and I’m going to fall down but my story is here to keep me in magic.