Turn Your Writing into a Book

Afternoon light streams through the window, illuminating the manuscript paper spread across the desk. The hand holding the pen has stopped. The half-written characters end there. I can no longer remember what I was trying to write. But that's okay, I thought. There's no need to force words onto things that resist being put into words. For now, it feels comfortable just to be in this silence. In the corner of the room, a bookshelf holds the books I've read over the years. Words written by others stand quietly. Will my own words someday rest on someone's bookshelf? Thinking such thoughts, I look out the window again. The sky is slowly changing color. Time keeps flowing. Yet this silence remains unchanged. The words I was trying to write will surely return. For now, I want to treasure this mo