I just finished the first book in "The Kingdom and the Crown" series by Gerald N. Lund yesterday (Easter). It is called "Fishers of Men" and it was amazing!
Hello. I'm Willow, not of the human variety, but rather one of those ancient trees who whisper dark secrets to the wind. My life is brought to me in the seasons, my roots firmly anchoring me to the earth while my branches reach neverendlessly for the sky. I have seen the world change from the quiet, peaceful perspcective of my forest home, I have witnessed the fall of supposedly powerful empires, the passing of meek generations, and the continual dance of both life and death. The verst first memory which I have is the gentle touch of the rain, a soft caress as the entire world was reborn following a long, painful winter. As I grew and matured, I felt the sun's comforting warmth after a long and painful winter on my leaves, a presence that initiated my growth. I learned the language of the creatures with whom I shared my quaint space--the busy squirrels, the graceful birds (in both sound and flight), the near-silent rustle of deer hooves on the forest floor among the fallen lea...
I'm almost done with writing out my first draft of the book that I am currently working on (finally!). I may be a little in the foggy, hopeful twilight zone (considering that it is just the first rough draft that I am almost done with...) but let's just say that I am hopeful...☺️ This is a new approach with a fairy tale that I haven't done yet, considering that I have changed the names of some of the characters (what's new? lol I always do that, I believe characters develop into their names...and that part, I believe that I have never been good at (you're always your worst critic)), gender of some of the characters, and even complete storyline (it takes a really long time to write a story), but I am confident that I am almost done, at least with the rough draft part...lol. Who knows when I'll be finished with the whole thing! (But I am confident...) (I'm also thinking of writing/publishing this under a pen name based off of a dream that I recently had. 😴) ...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who could do anything in the world that she wanted. All she had to do was choose something (whatever it may be) and focus. Consequently, one day she sat down in front of a blank canvas and began to paint. Every stroke was more even more perfect than the next, slowly and gracefully converging to build a purely flawless masterpiece. And when she finished painting, she stared proudly at her work and was all smiles. It was clear to the clouds and the stars, who were always above her, that she had a gift. She was an amazing artist. And she knew this fact too. She felt it in every single fiber of her being. Although a few moments after she finally finished painting, she stood up a little too quickly. By reason that she realized that while she had the ability to do anything in the world she wanted to do, she was furtively spending her time moving simple paint around on a piece formerly blank of canvas. She felt like there was so much more in the wo...
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