Natasha Bedingfield’s song has moved me in the past few days. This is a pivotal week and I can feel the change. My FINAL manuscript is due on Tuesday. The next time I see the words that have spilled forth from my heart, they will be in the form of a real book. Also, my researcher Sarah leaves for Italy this week to start her new life. Her life is unwritten, and my book is written. My words are down, unchangeable now; her life is a blank page opening up like French doors onto the Mediterranean. Sometimes I long to be there. Young, free, and unwritten.  I guess everyday is unwritten and I have to enjoy the lines I scribble on the pages of my personal history.

May you find time to write your story in big, beautiful colors – and no need to stay within the lines darling. 

Here’s Natasha’s powerful words…… 

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with eyes wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way