This is my first attempt at salvage from the wreckage of my first manuscript. Of the 105 pages that I wrote almost 20 years, these lines resonated. The rest seemed so tragically small, self-centered, and self-important. Sure it was a story as much about me as anything else, but boy is it dreadful. There are more lines I’m sure I can find, but for this Wednesday’s post I wanted to throw back to my past as I push ever forward. This photo is from Shenandoah National Park. I absolutely love this tree, and hope it’s there when I return this summer.