May I always approach writing with a stillness, a gentle contentment so fragile that it might whoosh away at any moment, carried away by the passion of my characters. May I always remember to laugh and to have them laugh too; to glory in the ridiculous as well as the joyful. May I never forget that what I do is beautiful, that I pull design from the nether, and weave it into something that can be enjoyed. May I always treasure every laugh that is brought by my words, every tear that is wrung from another's eye. May I infuse every letter with yearning, the yearning to be understood, to feel what I am feeling, and to thrust my hand into my reader's chest and pull out a still-beating heart.
May I always appreciate every day that I am alive, because it is another day that I have a chance to make something beautiful.
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And maybe I smell every unicorn cart that seeps from your pages.
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