Words in My Head. Words in My Heart.
Words are crowd my head and my heart.
Writing is in my hard-wiring. There’s no escape. And, I wouldn’t want it any other way. The Elen story proves it over and over again, as do the other stories crowding my head. I spend moments in wonder as the Elen story unfolds, and I hope abundantly that I put what’s in my head onto paper to be a beloved read.
The 18th-century American resources are ripe for the picking. There’s an overwhelming harvest of information. It makes me think of the book quote, “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be…
I have always been an early riser. I find that I am not alone. There is a morning tribe.