The thought of posting my story is kind of terrifying. I haven't been working at it for that long. I've started and stopped writing a million stories in my life but this one is for real. It has a life span. I grew it out a little nugget of an idea. I have memories with it. Good times, bad times. I've spent hours considering its intricacies and nuances. I know when it will be done and dead. It's a whole little world and, for now, I love it. It's scary to send that out into the world and risk finding out that it's actually a whole load of crud. But life is for the bold. And this is as bold as I get.
