I want her so much that it overrides everything else, every other thought in my head, every instinct, every restraint.
Beth RevisMore than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass....
Beth RevisTag: thoughtful emotional
It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars.
Beth RevisI wrote a book. It sucked. I wrote nine more books. They sucked, too. Meanwhile, I read every single thing I could find on publishing and writing, went to conferences, joined professional organizations, hooked up with fellow writers in critique groups, and didn’t give up. Then I wrote one more book.
Beth RevisTag: books persistence writing inspiration publishing debut-author first-drafts
That's all you need to know about Godspeed," he says. "Although you should also know this. I am Eldest."
Good for you, I think. Congrats on being old.
Should we wait?"
"Yes! YES. Wait - I'm coming. Just give me some time to thaw, and I will rise from the ice and live again. I will be your frozen phoenix. Just give me a chance!
This journey... it's long". He says this as if he's felt all 250 years of travel.
Beth RevisI am as silent as death.
Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me.
Because what if I am dead?
You must dedicate your whole life to this idea: you are the caretaker of every single person on this ship. They are your responsibility.
You can never show weakness in front of them: you are their strength.
You can never let them see you in despair: you are their hope.
You must always be everything to everyone on board.
When I look at the fields, all I can see is how fake they are, how poor an imitation they are of the pictures of Sol-Earth fields.
[...]
And that's why I'll never be as good an Eldest as he is.
Because I like a little chaos.
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