Thursday's Children: Inspired by Hope

A couple of weeks ago,  I wrote about how wonderful it is to have a supportive and interactive writing community. While reflecting on that, I realized something.

Hope, beautiful and luminous hope, suffuses our enterprise. I picture it as pink or perhaps a pale, lovely green.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm - 

- Emily Dickinson

Writers have an energetic belief that success is just around the corner, that this book, query, contest, agent, publisher will be the one. We're living the dream--our dream. And if one avenue doesn't work, then we'll try another.  Right? And our friends will cheer us on.

Success is sweet. But so is hope and a sense of possibility.