How often did you sit in front of your old typewriter or a piece of paper, waiting for words to find you, Joanne?
How often did you paint those pictures in your head, imagining them coming alive inside the covers of a book, Joanne?
Did you dream like I do, Joanne?
Waiting for your words to finally be heard.
Did you ever think it would come to this, Joanne?
You started with nothing.
Nothing but a big idea and an old typewriter.
And a dream
Now look at you.
Did you start just like me, Joanne?