Most of my friends are very surprised I’m writing novels.  I don’t know why.  I have always had a pretty vivid imagination.  I’ve written poetry in the past.  I think they wonder why I waited until now.  After all, I’m in my late 40’s.  You know, nearing the menopause days, I should just pack up my life and live on past memories.

As I near fifty, I still have a couple of years, I feel as energetic and alive as I did at twenty-five.  I still have dozens of things I’d love to see and do.  I’m not dead yet!

Writing is just one of those things I’ve wanted to do.  I tried to write a few years ago.  It ended up a VERY short story, and in the trash.  I tried to write a memoir of adopting our daughter.  The outline is complete but I set it aside for awhile.

I can blame Gerard Butler for my desire to finally pick up the computer and type my life away.  My dearest friends know about my obsession.  I have all of his movies and I have seen most of his interviews.  It was bordering on scary until I decided to write about him instead.  Well, not about him exactly.  About a Scottish actor who can’t seem to find the right woman.  It flowed brilliantly until I neared the end.  Now it’s getting difficult.  2500 words to go…and then it ends. Then what?

A book about a Gerard Butler/Craig Ferguson type with Robert Burns (the Scottish Poet) all rolled into one book. I can’t wait to start.  Then there’s book three… expanding on a character in the first book – a magician – a Criss Angel type of guy.  I love research!!!!