I had kind of a revelation today. My mom has been working on a novel for most of my life. As in, a...

I had kind of a revelation today. 

My mom has been working on a novel for most of my life. As in, a novel. Just one. 

…needless to say, it is not published, and very likely never will be. 

And I realized, I feel sorry for her. She only has one story to tell, and it’s not one that people want to hear. 

I have lots of stories; I’m sure there are some people won’t want to hear, but I’ll have another one waiting in the wings, ready to spread. I love all of them, but I can stand back and let them go. 

I have stories that I’m in the process of telling. I have stories that I’m being paid to tell. I have stories that I don’t even know yet, but I have faith that they’re there, waiting for the right moment to be told.