I can’t believe that you and @lchristopher have read this and left me such meaningful comments. Not only is it all I needed - but it’s from the best of the best. Thank you isn’t enough. ox
Thank you friend. It was so the way things happen to me. I left the story last year and kept wondering when there would be “a sign” to pick it back up. On Thursday night I was walking around the house, almost in workout mode, brain on fire, but kinda empty, asking “where will I take it, I know, I know, it’s time, okay, yeah…” pacing. Woke up Friday, walked, did chores, put it off as long as I could — but the feeling was strong. Finally, I sat down and took off with it. Didn’t stop. Read it out loud to John (who has total ADHD - lol - I’m desperate), so I could openly edit — and was done. It’s how everything works for me. I always wonder how the process is for others? For me it’s surreal and outer body. My mind is not my own it seems.
Like it’s all inside you… just needing to get out when you get that rush/urge/the passion to pour out your heart, your creative soul and imagination. So much truth in these two chapters… yes, I hope you’ll do more … about animals, cruelty, broken world, sad but heart touching too! Brilliant writing Deb… when you’re on fire, it’s gonna be amazing Every. Single. Time! Love you!🥰🫶🙌❤️
You know me Joan. I can feel it in you too. Thank you for such a lovely comment. I feel incredibly honored that you are my friend here. It’s something unexplainable to write from the heart and soul. I think that’s why when I attempt to be part of the community in Notes, it can take me down a bit. I want to stay up and just write. Love you. ox
I’m going to go back and read Part 1 Deborah! This is so beautifully written and authentic because I know, because I live here. I’m friends with Susannes and Franciscos. Finding dead skunks, other creatures including stray dogs turned into wild one. That’s real.
Yes this is my home. Heart wrenching moments but hope prevails through faith in God and truth. Thank you, thank you! ☺️💜✨🙏
Dear Charlotte, coming from you in the midst of it all means more than you know! God's got me on this trail and I don't know where it's going but I am pumped now to sit and let more chapters/parts come into play. Thank you so much for this incredible compliment and for sharing this piece. Going to make a second for The Jacket on my Substack website 🙌🏻😘
Such a beautiful story, Deborah. I just caught up and don’t know how I missed Part 1. I hope you’ll keep going with the narrative, such nuance and power. You are a gifted storyteller, my friend.
Okay, so now I can breathe. I so admire your writing and feel very grateful you read this and left me such a solid, meaningful comment. It can be so painfully quiet, right? especially when you throw your whole heart into writing.
I am full. Thank you beyond the moon and the stars. ox
Beautiful, heartbreaking, and somehow hopeful all at once. It really made me pause. Thanks for sharing, Deb.
I can’t believe that you and @lchristopher have read this and left me such meaningful comments. Not only is it all I needed - but it’s from the best of the best. Thank you isn’t enough. ox
You really deserve it. Your piece was such a thoughtful read!
Thank you friend. It was so the way things happen to me. I left the story last year and kept wondering when there would be “a sign” to pick it back up. On Thursday night I was walking around the house, almost in workout mode, brain on fire, but kinda empty, asking “where will I take it, I know, I know, it’s time, okay, yeah…” pacing. Woke up Friday, walked, did chores, put it off as long as I could — but the feeling was strong. Finally, I sat down and took off with it. Didn’t stop. Read it out loud to John (who has total ADHD - lol - I’m desperate), so I could openly edit — and was done. It’s how everything works for me. I always wonder how the process is for others? For me it’s surreal and outer body. My mind is not my own it seems.
Like it’s all inside you… just needing to get out when you get that rush/urge/the passion to pour out your heart, your creative soul and imagination. So much truth in these two chapters… yes, I hope you’ll do more … about animals, cruelty, broken world, sad but heart touching too! Brilliant writing Deb… when you’re on fire, it’s gonna be amazing Every. Single. Time! Love you!🥰🫶🙌❤️
You know me Joan. I can feel it in you too. Thank you for such a lovely comment. I feel incredibly honored that you are my friend here. It’s something unexplainable to write from the heart and soul. I think that’s why when I attempt to be part of the community in Notes, it can take me down a bit. I want to stay up and just write. Love you. ox
I’m going to go back and read Part 1 Deborah! This is so beautifully written and authentic because I know, because I live here. I’m friends with Susannes and Franciscos. Finding dead skunks, other creatures including stray dogs turned into wild one. That’s real.
Yes this is my home. Heart wrenching moments but hope prevails through faith in God and truth. Thank you, thank you! ☺️💜✨🙏
Dear Charlotte, coming from you in the midst of it all means more than you know! God's got me on this trail and I don't know where it's going but I am pumped now to sit and let more chapters/parts come into play. Thank you so much for this incredible compliment and for sharing this piece. Going to make a second for The Jacket on my Substack website 🙌🏻😘
Such a beautiful story, Deborah. I just caught up and don’t know how I missed Part 1. I hope you’ll keep going with the narrative, such nuance and power. You are a gifted storyteller, my friend.
"Everything about this America felt cheap and broken."
What necessary writing & so gorgeously rendered.
The ANimals melt this boy's long cold heart, every time. Thank you for seeing them. <5
Okay, so now I can breathe. I so admire your writing and feel very grateful you read this and left me such a solid, meaningful comment. It can be so painfully quiet, right? especially when you throw your whole heart into writing.
I am full. Thank you beyond the moon and the stars. ox