More Than Everything

That's right. It's 5.26 AM in my room, and I just wrote down the last three lines of my second novel, More Than Everything. Since August, dear novel, you have dwelled between your tragic predecessor, and your dramatic heir. In between you were, cronologically, although still you've held the most meaning in my eyes, and the most wisdom. Maybe that's because we are built that way. It isn't the goal that matters but the journey that takes us there.
A few quotes from the novel, to round this longed-for post off with:

I would conjure to my heart illusions of what I most desired, reliving every moment as a fragile fragment, a broken shard.

Time does not heal every scar. But every scar, even as healed, will be our remembrance of the pain that caused them.

A world, made to escape another world.

GREETZ
The NOVELIST in the JAR