My novel is finished. It has no title yet, but I am very pleased with it. I completed my first edit today, and each of you (if you so wish) may read it in turn; I need feedback on clarity and impact.
Farewell, God bless. Ripeness is all; loneliness is a strain far too poignant to bear. Don't run far, for my legs are weary and my shoulders sag under the weight of the last mile.

I have seen madness in the violins and concertos, been caught, thewless and foolish, in their saddened wake.

But you, your blues and laughter, took me in a voiceless flicker while a susurrant chant swept you into my eyes. How can I let go the great fire that graces my cold engine? I will be left with blue iron and frost. You are the grace and the glory, the dance and the dare deep in my tremulous night.

You are the chamber of my fury, the keeper of the flame.

Doubt has no place here.