Writing has been a part of my life for a number of years. Beginning with technical manuals covering operational procedures in the Air Force, which taught writing precision and research, to reports and findings in the corporate world, I wrote. It became a habit.
Today I write, not as a profession or for profit, just writing for my own pleasure. The numbers of stories, manuscripts, or novels that have sprung from thoughts brought to the surface during that magical time in a dark room, before sleep takes over, are countless. Each produced characters that became my friends as I steered them past perils and pitfalls only, in the end, to have them take over and go their own way. Yes, like children they grow up too fast. But unlike children, a new bunch comes rushing in with the next story idea and the journey begins again.
Where are all the stories that I was so fascinated with in the past? In the landfill with the other used stuff. It was more fun to start a new tale than catalogue the old and store it away in a file drawer designed to turn paper yellow and crinkly. It’s the writing of it, not the result that is important. As those of us who enjoy motorcycles say, the destination is not the reason for the journey, it’s the ride. The writing is the ride.
This book, Powers Trace, is the latest ride and it is the first book of a trilogy. After living with my “New Friends” for seven months I wasn’t sure I wanted to turn them out so I changed the ending. I didn’t force the expected confrontation between the hero and the bad guy. That will happen just down the two-lane road apiece in the next book.
Stay tuned…
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