For two weeks, I paid little attention to laundry, dishes, meal preparation (I can't call what I do cooking), blogging, and my husband. All for the sake of a story.
Not just any story. Conceived three years ago, it is the best I've written. The most important piece to have formed at my fingertips. The emotional impact is so strong, I grew teary-eyed twice while writing scenes.
Am I rushing to query it? Contacting those in the industry to spread the news of my achievement? No. To my knowledge, it has one destination—a friend. I mailed it today. Despite my wants, wishes, and prayers, any other use is solely up to God.
As it always was. It took me six years to understand that.