The First(Or Second) Finish Line…

…Among other things, I have also re-enrolled in school.

I am going for a second master’s degree. This one in humanities. Truth be told, I’ve always loved school and reading romance. If you could pair two of my loves together, you would create my dream job. Thankfully, I was able to pair the two by becoming a romance writer.

Go figure.

I started back in August, and I just finished my first-quarter class. I absolutely loved it! It was everything I love all tied into one rigorous eight-week session. I was able to read novels I’d never would have glanced at normally. The reason I am sharing this with you all is not for praise, but to encourage you. Never stop learning, always do more, fail, A LOT, because that’s the only way you’ll learn. As a twenty-nine-year-old woman, I feel that I have a bit of experience behind my back to confidently say those words to you. That, and read a ton of romantic, sappy, unrealistic fiction.

Preferably mine.

-NR

 

Un Lecteur Minuit Bas De la Route Rockville

I went on a drive Thursday night.
The rolling hills catching my sight.
I was filled with wonderment.
Oh how I adore,
my heart ready to soar.

I felt lost in my mind,
I had no miracle or sign,
I lost the time.

The wind whipping through my hair brought me back.
The cold air igniting a fire, and picking up the slack.
The music pulsing through the car,
Keeps my dreams close,
and the demons afar.

I went down the mountain,
and felt full as if I drank from
The never-ending fountain.

-N