A dice has been thrown... A Rubicon was cross… When I told out what heaving my hart.
There is no way to go back, once I click on the "Publish your story" button and the story has been shipped out of the safe harbor. At this point any changes are mostly meaningless, if they will miss the first impression of a reader. The ship is out, on its own journey, out of my reach to steer it.
Like the person who staying on shore with his gaze pined on a far horizon across the sea, I am the one who stand here, to see off my creation. Will she be fine? Will she found a new friends? A trusted companions? A home? Will they have a fun? Do will they send back a letters? Or I will not hear from her ever again, as she become a memory?
Yet, its not just a story from my pen that I share, its is my confession, hidden between the lines. A desire to express myself in a creative way, reach out to others. A drive to create a smile on people's faces. Who will don't want to make others smile? Or make them to be amazed at our creations?
Or its is the person in mirror, who is the one, I desire most, to see its mouth turn upwards in creation of a smile at its face. Its an unbroken rule, that any any creative process is incredible embarrassing. To hug warmly that embarrassing act, can give birth to a love for selected craft.
And still, for us, the celebration of work been done is often short. Because the crafting is the true celebration for us. And so-ooo, its time for a turn, to head back. Because another project, another work, art, and creation, is already scheduled to do in our minds. And friend inspiration, is already knocking on door with invitation in its hands.
Plus is not a common thing, to keep welcomed quest waiting for too long; I am correct?