
For any of you following the tale of my book writing, I have just finished Chapter Twenty Two, just over 200 pages complete, almost 89,000 words… What does that mean though? It means I’m in the home stretch, I’m bringing my baby home, I’m nearly at the top. It has to be said though, all chapters are not equal. This stage has been very hard and maybe too, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to finish it. Right now it’s mine alone and full of hope - released to readers, agents, editors and publishers, it’s more vulnerable and of course, I’m connected to that. This solid number twenty two is a good illustration of this stage - sober, reflective and a great deal more humble about the process. In numerology it’s the ‘master builder, dreams made wisdom, divine imagination, practicality, and common sense.’ To me, this is the real trial, where escape is whispering seductively in my ear, but for me and for any of you this resonates with - never, never, never give up! There is only one path to the glittering prize of achievement. It’s gathered day by day, piece by piece until you finish and realise, your reward was already gained at the end of each weary day doing what you believe in. What could be more important than that?
