Word Count: 976 Total Word Count: 5032

Yes, a little over halfway to 10 000!!! I don't remember ever getting so far so fast. Problem is now I'm addicted to over-caffeinated drinks. Ha. I'm tired after a long day and I need a can of carbonated sugar. I have plenty of wear on my enamel, thank you. So I decided to grace my story's pages with an absolutely beautiful poem by Mary E. Frye. Many of you might recognize her poem entitled: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep. In case you haven't, I feel it prudent to enlighten you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the Morning's hush,
I am the sweet, uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

I adore Mary E. Frye for writing this, it's truly beautiful, and I think it fits my story well. I mean it in the sense of Viola. Something that has Caused Dyana so much stress and heartache, but is not really there. In the end however, because she can not exist, she can't die either, now can she? It's sad, a great deal of what Dyana goes through, but it's absolutely necessary for her survival and development. I'd often wondered why authors put their characters through such hell, make their lives so haunted and dark. I've finally found that their greatest joy can be measured by their greatest sorrow, and if you want your characters to be happy, you need them to be sad first.

Here for you always,

Scarlet Carson.