My mind has been drawn to a setting, say the rainforest high in the mountains. A few flawed people stop by and begin to play out their challenges in this setting, and with each other. Rough times mix with everyday moments. Selfishness yields to or overtakes compassion, service, awareness. And then they pop into independent sentient beings. I find they have wisdom and untapped depths of character. Then they play out their situations together within my view. And all the while I've been typing, typing. The right words come, tears come, joy comes. Life flows from deep within me through them and back to the me that is swept away in awe of independent ideas, solutions, and an unforeseen resolution. I sit back for a bit before taking up the next chapter in this most stirring, moving, miraculous of processes.

I'm thankful for my fans, who took a chance on the faintest of suggestions that reading my work would be worth a sacrifice of their time. It's the kindest gift.