Three Little Words

We are creators. God makers. World destroyers. Love bringers and life takers.

We deal with words like a money counter deals with coins. Sometimes I think we are like Scrooge McDuck, except we dive into mountains of words instead of gold. We put them together by the thousands, hundreds of thousands. So why should three little words have such a profound effect on us personally?

Three little words we need to say. We dream about the time when we will whisper them and feel contentment in our souls for having done so. I confess I have wished for this moment with every fiber of my being. Longing for completion and yet wondering if it’s even possible. What if it’s too late for me? What if it was never meant to be? What if it only leads to rejection and pain? Is it worth even trying?

Three little words. How can they have so much power over us?

And yet, I want to share this with all of you have stood by me through the trials. You’ve listened to me whining and complaining. You’ve listened to the stories and read between the lines.

I wondered, when I realized the truth, if I should whisper it softly as a butterfly kiss or shout it from the rooftops. Perhaps I will just say the words and smile softly at haven spoken them.

So, yes. It’s true. I didn’t think at times I would ever feel this, but I can at last speak the words and move on to the next step in my life.

Yes, my friends.

That sucker’s done!


  1. Whoo-hoo!

    Now I look forward to the next three words (“revisions done, too”) as well as the three after that (“got an agent”).

    I know, I know. One bridge at a time. 🙂

    Congratulations, girl!

  2. …are you still working on yours?

    Part of me wants to do the Maynard G. Krebs thing from the old “Dobie Gillis” TV show, like, Work!?

    But seriously, like I commented a few posts back: yes, working on it, but in a strange way that doesn’t really let me quantify progress.

    Sometime in the next couple of weeks though I’m going to formally cut my blogging way back, to maybe 3 posts a week or less… in order to start the quantifiable plowing. [He said, panic already setting in]

  3. I had to cut back on the blogging. I have so little time, I have to make constructive use of it, not that I don’t think blogging has a reason, at least for me.

    I did read your other comment and thought I responded, but possible I didn’t.

    This is the year, gang. We are going to get these books done.

  4. Yeah, I don’t think blogging per se is like an Evil Thing. It’s WRITING, after all, and from a certain perspective if I write a 500-word blog entry or two pages of a WIP, who’s to complain?

    Me, that’s who.

    At some level, maybe a blog is a “story.” But if so, it’s a very disjointed, ephemeral kind of story. Maybe 2-3 notches up from graffiti. 🙂

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