Bee Thirty-One: Farewell

Two years and two months ago, I harvested this strange plot of cyber space and began these little stories. Wow, days and weeks and months unfurled in the most wondrous of ways.
Within that time I earned a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, (have curriculum vitae, will travel. Any university looking for a postcard specialist? Anyone?); written a novel; (literary agents, publishers reading? Want to read and take a chance? In the meantime, I'll continue to send out the query letters ...); met amazing people; traveled amazing places; learned a lot about love and even more about myself.

Two years. Two months.


Postcard Stories will remain here, more for my purposes than anything. (Mostly, it has become a library of thoughts and ideas and sentences for me to return to.) But this is the last entry. There are other projects ahead, and other journeys to take. When possible, I do hope you'll come along.

In the meantime, the pleasure has been mine. (And she curtsies as a swarm of friendly bees fly up and to the right. Exit stage left.)