This little bronze piece, sculpted by Dave Rizzo, sits atop my writing desk.
She flings into space. Arms outreached. Full of trust, hope, abandon. The interplay of shadows on the wall offer depth and contrast.
As I place a stamp on an envelope today and entrust my words to the post office to deliver them to an agent, editor, or literary journal, I fling my writing into the world.
Hope someone catches me.
Joanne
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