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I completed a life long goal a number of years ago when I published White Oak. But life happens and since then I have had some life threatening health issues, lived through a forest fire, earthquake, two moves, serious financial setbacks and did I mention debilitating vision problems? Which means the end of the line for a writer. Right? As I sit here typing this with one eye shut, because of my double vision. I have great hopes that after consultation with four eye specialists in two states, and a misunderstanding on my part as to what the problem was that a new pair of glasses will reinstate me into the fast lane.

It was a few months ago in a chance encounter with a poet friend when she invited me to participate in a writer's group at the Writer's Colony of Dairy Hollow where, for the first time in my life, I had legitimate feedback for my fiction writing. The fire which this group ignited under my keister has me hanging on for a wild ride as my next book literally writes itself. In fact, the book is actually two books in one. It is about an author who lives in a haunted hotel and she is a fantasy writer, so her manuscript is an integral part of the story.

To that notion I have often marveled at my own work when I read something I wrote a while back. I often say to myself. Did I write that? Did I even know that back then? Which makes me consider when I am writing I have an invisible partner pushing me to push the envelope. Some call it a muse, I on the other hand have a more spiritual outlook on the matter. Wondering how many other people feel this way about writing?