I was born of the sky and the earth, the rain and the dirt, the dew and the grass.
I was a torch before the first darkness and a cry before the first silence.
I was nursed by the moon, I played with the clouds, and I chased the enemies of Spirits.
I learned vigilance from the mighty sun, and my voice was guided by the hand of wind.
I am now, and shall always be the note that is heard on the silent harp and the image that sits on the blank canvas.ENTER THE FIRMAMENT
While working on my novel, I work at the company below: Since I own the company, it makes my goal of finishing next year that much easier :-)