I realize I’ve been rather quiet on here about my current writing project—which is funny because, in person, I’ve been much more open about it with people from the first spark of an idea (a huge contrast to my typical evasive secrecy). Still, it’s easier to hide behind the barrier of assuming no one wants to hear what you have to say, shielding yourself from your own words.
The fact is, I don’t know what to say.
The truth is, I’ve been working on the rough draft of a novel for over a year and I’m nowhere near done.
The reality is, most people aren’t still reading the caption at this point.
And if you are... well, I suppose this story may be for you. *If* I ever finish it and *if* it ever sees publication. (Who are we kidding, it definitely will. Eventually.) Lately I’m obsessed with silence. With silences. Awkward ones. Peaceful ones. Silence that can cut, and that can heal. We’ve been told actions speak louder than words, but I don’t know if that’s true. I think it’s silence that sings loudest of all.
#TheSpeechless
