Kind of an incredible thing to me, as two years ago I was one of the many people who dreamed of writing a novel and wasn't sure if I could ever actually do it. A firm schedule was my best friend, and a supportive husband was a close second. Once I hit a certain point I discovered that writing something lengthy and complex was both more work and more fun than I had ever imagined.

I am already daydreaming about book #4, but need to give number #3 some more attention first. The hero of this third novel is modeled after the man who brought me all those sandwiches while I wrote.