but I never wanted to be a “writer.” I was never the girl who sat around in English class daydreaming about having something published one day. Yet, here I am writing and writing…and writing. Totally not in the plan. Then again, being widowed and left to raise three children was not in the plan either…so I guess someone else is in charge of “the plan.”
My writing is now as important to me as my art. I am telling stories. And I am using my art…and my words. I think it’s a powerful combination, ART and WORDS. Good on their own. Better together. I hope you agree.
Just to clear things up: I am not the product of some marketing genius’s imagination. I am real. My stories are real. These words are from the heart, not the editor’s desk. Which is why you may even find an occasional (GASP!) typo. You will most certainly encounter a few dangling participles.
Consider yourself forewarned!
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