I love above all else:
Here with my glasses sitting on the window ledge, a book in my lap and my own novel’s characters and story echoing to me from the future and the past.
A hard day’s work and a good night’s rest.
I love this solitude. It is something I will never give up gladly. The chambers of the mind’s power and gaze, the nooks of the heart, the questions of my life and my earth and its people. I have broken, fixed, and strengthened my own self in this solitude. Here, I smile the slow, deep, long smile of fulfillment.