The Land of Bed

“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.” ― Madeleine L’Engle

About a year ago, “The Land of Bed” came knocking on my chamber door. It was a book I’d been building up the courage to write for many years. And truthfully, it still is. Bed is many things to each of us: our place of respite and recuperation, our hideout when the world feels like too much, our place of connection and intimacy with a loved one. It can also be a place where we feel stuck and unable to leave, thus becoming a pillowy prison that takes great courage to leave. Our beds may also be the only thing we can claim as children as our own. For those sharing a room, this is especially true.

Because of this and so much more I’m inspired to bring life to this land. To explore it’s many kingdoms and to tell a story so many fear to hear. Maybe because it’s difficult. And so, I will share just a few snippets of this developing story. Both the names of characters and location may change, but the story in its telling is consistent. A story of a woman determined to claim joy again by unravelling the pieces of her past that hold her captive in a fog of suffering. And without further ado, here’s the Prologue :)