The image is rocks. They're beautiful, planted, hard, colorful, quiet, patient, hot, cold, flat and pointy.
I wake today and know I begin fresh.
I'm fortunate to be able to write. I'm aware of a natural, flowing push to complete this novel that's important to me. I tell the story of a woman who transitions form the Performing Arts to the Healing Arts. The kicker is she believes it's her idea and that she's in control about the change. The story weaves a trail of adventure, romance, and spiritual awakening that can't be controlled by anything but fate. When real life transforms to magic, our heroine is forced to let go.
