Several years ago I found myself standing before...!  Three days, three nights, I stood there. Secrets were whispered.  I listened.  Then, some months later, still recalling what I saw and heard, it hit me.  I rose up and began to write and write I did. A massive amount of information streamed from my fingertips and I had no idea where it was coming from.  Three weeks, my first novel was complete. Immediately, I began on the second, then the third, and so on and so on.  I cannot write my stories quickly enough before another is pounding at the door to be written.  Much as a fairytale would begin, so does the first few lines of my novels.  I never know how to begin the story, I just write something down and usually within three or so lines, I am sucked into the story.  Now I find myself standing right beside the characters. I just record what they are doing and saying, that's all. It is truly beautiful and a very wonderful gift. Why me, I once used to ask? One who hated to write a few sentences, much less a novel? I had always wanted a miracle in my life, a miracle of such magnitude it could not be confused with anything else. I got one! Boy was it handed to me on a platter.  Now, when I sit down to write, my hearts pounding, my palms sweating, even little water droplets mysteriously fall. I never know what I'm going to see as I begin to write.  Oh it is a wonderful life!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Eyes of the Cross
Dissension