I just finished my third book

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.

Thank you, thank you. I am continually amazed at what a solitary activity writing is. It feels so very good to look up every once in awhile and touch others who spend their days doing the same. May all these blessings and well wishes come back at each one of you.