Yesterday was a new chapter in your book. Tomorrow will be another blank page. But today can change everything. You can write the love story you dream about, you can do something that you’ll appreciate later in life, you can make the bad days better and the good days beautiful. You’re the author and your life is a best-seller.
I hope you realize the cover will be hard and leather-binded. But through the years, the edges will be torn and the pieces will be fragile. Each day will be page by page and the story that keeps you reading more.
However, somewhere within the words, there will be falling tears, loud laughters, scary fears and strong smiles. The fonts will be as you are. Somehow the same, somehow different. We will find out who will be listed in the acknowledgments and who we will be left out.
The critics will wonder who your writing about. The fans will dream about it and readers will be apart of it. Your book will have those dog-ears and those typos.
I can’t say how the story will end. But it will be another book in the sequel that everyone will decide if they want to keep interest. It will decide if it is something those by-passers will pick up and read the excerpt. They will turn to the back and see if the picture of the author is someone they want to be a fan of.
It’ll be somewhere on the bookshelf, somewhere in the attic, somewhere by the nightstand. Something the neighbors will find, something the grandkids will treasure, something the world will remember. Those days that felt like a yesterday, a tomorrow, a today.
We think why the effort. The words we used will no longer be what no ones uses anymore, the chapters we wrote will be what no one will experience, and the books that collect dust under the bed will be what no one will read any more. Maybe you’re right but maybe you’re wrong.
For now, we will wake up late for work and stay up past midnight to catch up. We will spend those days locked up from the cold and try to ignore the noise outside. We will pretend that this story was easy to live and say everything was like a summer dream, when we dreaded about the next day and wonder if we will get the 9 hour sleep they recommend. We will write cliffhangers and climaxes. We will give the background story and use a ton a details. We will make it bittersweet and give you a taste of a drink we’re tasting for the first time.
Our hands will hurt, our backs will be sore, our eyes will swell and the room will be quiet as usual. And when we reach the end and we can’t find the right words to end the sentence. When we will think of what else to type next. When the story we tried so hard to make perfect will say ‘the end’, we will sit down and watch the sun shine through the trees and reflect off the water. We will remember those endless hours and countless minutes and wonder how we created something so unbelievable. We will remember when we told ourselves that it’ll never sell. When we told ourselves that, we’re still writing.
I hope that the end will be just as amazing as the beginning. Remember the smell of the ink when you first opened it and will smell the mixed scents of the flowers you used as bookmarks. Remember those days you spent in a fort made of sheets, you inside with a flashlight as a lantern staying up because you didn’t want to put it down.
Remember all the things in the story that makes it you!
Homeland 