One Thousand A Grand Millennia
When I started this blogging journey, I never dreamed I’d find myself sitting in New Orleans, one thousand posts later, working on an actual novel. Sitting in a place I saw in my dreams. A character whispered the details to me. And, I wrote them.
In real life, the place is exactly the same. It’s a sign. That this book will make me.
Or, that I am losing my mind.
As long as you’re along for the ride, Dear Reader, I will take it either way.
Thanks for reading bits of these thousand posts. For sharing them. For commenting.
For being there.