The Novel

Allison looked out her office window, pulling the long heavy blue drapes to the side to get a better look. A dust bunny flew into the air startling her new kitten, triggering him to jump at least a couple of feet in the air. She giggled at the incident and watched him run out of the room into the vacant hallway. As she peered out the bay window she could see bits of blue sky peek their way in between branches of lush greenery. Her yard was an oasis of pines, that she was thankful for on so many days, keeping her home cool on hot humid days that happened quite frequently in her southern antebellum home. She savored the starry nights though, always cool and with a bit of sea breeze to make them more inviting for front porch revivals. She never took for granted every day she was given. She loved life and all it’s many wonders. Even on days when things didn’t go quite as she had planned. She was in fact blessed beyond measure. And she new she was a lucky one.

◦ She glanced away from the perfect view of what was seemingly going to be a beautiful sunshine filled day and sat down at her desk adjacent to her bay window deciding it was finally time to start writing again. She couldn’t think of a better day and time to do it. And the thought of finishing the novel she had started before her life had been turned completely upside down, was weighing heavy on her and she felt it would benefit not only herself but others out there as well. She was excited about her future and although she would be going at it alone, she knew at the end of the day she would be fine.

◦ She began to type again. One firmly pressed key at a time. She sipped on vanilla coffee, munched on cinnamon swirl cake and drifted in and out of memories while listening to the cello playing in the background. Peace and contentment was overloading her heart and the words flowed like silk through her long finger tips. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she still had it in her to do what she loved the most. She was more than a writer. She was an artist. And she was passionate about her craft. She knew deep inside John would have wanted her to finish it and that he would want her to live life to the fullest without him. She missed him dearly. On some days she felt she couldn’t breath with his absence but she could still hear his soft words of wisdom, she could still feel his touch and her heart beat with stronger more rhythmic cadence than it he ever done before. It was the magic of being able to live life with someone else’s soul inside your own. An angel on standby. He was always there. And he would be the one to help her finally finish writing a book that would not only change the world but would make her a house hold name someday. She didn’t know it yet. But the time would finally come when her art would become a masterpiece. And she was finally ready to finish her novel.