Each word holds promise, woven beautifully together through a series of choices. Writing is sometimes lonely, but often cluttered with seriously flawed characters for company. Each novel is an adventure, a nightmare of possibilities with determined women and lost men whispering advice in hopes of influencing the next line. I prefer to let the characters lead the way. They know their hearts better than I and are much more real than I pretend to be. I need only place them in an unfortunate situation and they do the rest, occasionally allowing me to tag along, much like growing up the youngest of four siblings. I don’t profess any wisdom to impart, only an experience to share and, if we’re both lucky, a story to tell.
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