It all takes so much time.
We feel this, writing, revising, revising again, querying, and waiting on pins and needles for success as rejection slaps us in the face.
And yet time is all that we really have: a gift to us, a gift to what we give it to.
Why shouldn’t time be devoted to books that help us see our time itself, and the people that inhabit it, more clearly?
Time must be more than a commodity to hoard or earn interest on, if we could deduce how to invest in the utmost optimization of our limited funds.
Time can be a light, over-flowing, cascading, all-surrounding gift that expands as it’s given away, and it’s yours to direct the flow to others, and to enjoy the flow as you write.