Pressed between the pages of my Bible and my dictionary are flowers. These I have collected over many years and each holds a special meaning to me. Some are from first dates, from special birthdays, in remembrance of loved ones, an otherwise average occasion that meant something to me. I can almost always remember what each flower stood for….even after all the time has passed and many of the flowers are now no more than petals scattered across the page.
To me writing is much like these petals scattered across the pages…it is a passion to create and to share a bit of myself with a reader. I’ve dreamed of becoming a writer since I was a teenager, back in the days when I’d read old Harlequin novels until the covers would fall off. Truly!! The covers literally fell off!!
I hope to someday have someone out there reading MY books until the covers are worn and falling off as well.
I am following my dreams……………………….