Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.
Kim Edwards...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.
Kim EdwardsHe fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.
Kim EdwardsHer voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.
Kim Edwards