The Plot

I could have made a perfect circle with no variance. After all, I made an egg with a smooth, hard shell. Those alone should inspire something. But I wanted to do something extraordinary. Mountains, valleys, deserts and high seas. I created rooms for awe.

And I could have created perfect calm. But then you would never see the spontaneous paintings of southwesterly winds on open water, or raucous waves from the north and east. Who sends the wind? I do. I care for the gulls as I do for you.

And the book you will write will be great, too. Imagine the plot where you face into adversity and vanquish all foes. It may include an intermezzo or nocturne for you will need rest. But in the end, the book you will write will be a book of delight.