September 15th, 2005


Then it hit me.

Remembering fallen heroes. 9/11 will always be one of the most important dates of my life. I’ll always remember where I was on that tragic day. Who I was with. How I cried for all those trapped inside. For those who were killed. The heroes. For all those who lost loved ones. It took me days to pull myself together. Our country had been attacked. It was a frightening time for America.

Then it hit me. This was my life. I’m more then a wife and mother. Oh, anyone who knows me “knows” I’ve always enjoyed every moment of my life. I’m one of the happiest people I know. The difference is I didn’t really think of my own future. What I wanted for me.

What had always hung at the back of my mind?


Yep. For years I had toyed with writing. Wrote several children’s stories. A few essays. But, oddly enough, 9/11 was my incentive to write what drove me. Really author worlds that had been in my head.

My career was launched. I wrote REMEMBER TO HOPE in about six months. A 150.000 word contemporary romance. Thanks to Bobbi Smith I’m still cleaning it up. And, I “know” one day it’ll see print. *Grin* this last statement was for my mentor. Who has influenced me enough to stay positive.

Until later,
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