Will You Heed It?

The rider is calling to me once again. His demon motorcycle across the flat plains of Megiddo or is it a torched Elysian? I don't know...

I'm hearing his story once again. And the story that comes after, and every story I write feeds into this story. This grand story.

I believe every writer has one truly great story to tell, and I hope that this one is mine. It feels huge, and right now I feel sorely inadequate to write it. So instead I jot in notebooks and I dream of one day being able to pen the epic that I dream about every day.

The powers that be
let be let be