The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away. –Picasso

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Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything. —Napoleon Hill

Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud. –Maya Angelou

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched–they must be felt with the heart.–Helen Keller

Beginning pre-edits for Chasm today

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Excerpt:

We stood there and looked around, an awkward silence playing between us. Then, he stepped closer and took my hand in his. A bolt of staggering electricity zipped through my chest. “Her hand fits perfectly in mine.” He whispered this, as if confirming it with someone. His gaze locked on it, analyzing, then with a shake of his head, he spoke louder. “Sophia, I’m sorry. I …I lied to you.”

I looked at him—bewilderment crinkling my face—and tried to understand. “Lied?” My voice broke. “I don’t get it.”

“I wasn’t sick that day. Well, in a way I was, I guess. The truth is, I was gut-sick. That guy …he was sitting by you the whole day …and …and he never left your side. I’d check throughout the day, but he was still there. I couldn’t help it. I was insanely jealous.” He looked down, his tone deepening as he flexed his fingers that were still laced through mine.

“What?” His words astounded me. I swiped my brow with my free hand. “You were jealous …of me?”

He released my hand and paced back and forth, the nervousness seeping through as he wrung his hands. “I know it’s stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. I love the way you laugh and …I like you, Sophia …a lot, and it hurt me to see you with someone else.”

He lifted his hair off his forehead, pushing it up. His eyes locked on mine again, captivating me. I couldn’t look away. My self-consciousness took over—heckling me. The way I looked right now—with my hair a matted mess from the mist, and no makeup on—must look ridiculous. I drew away, making myself smaller.

I laughed my nervous laugh and kicked the sand with my shoe. “Who, him? You mean …Brian?” My words wobbled, but I giggled, unable to believe that Brian talking to me could make anyone jealous.

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.” -Neil Gaiman

“Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.”   -Les Brown