I am roughly at 20,000 words of my new novel. Such a grand feeling to see I’ve knitted this story of love and loss so far, and so much more to come. I am mesmerized by this story. It takes me away from the hard life I have as a NICU doctor, a mysterious journey to the times and places I can only dream to be.
Isn’t writing the vessel that takes us to the paradise we’ve lost?