I was recently asked ( again) why I continue to write. I gave a few standard answers, it’s what I do, I’m a writer and can’t stop, etc. easy stuff. Later that evening as I sat mulling over that question, I had to admit to myself the real reason.
I’m 68 years old, I could have another 40 more good years, or I could run out of time tomorrow, nobody knows for sure. When I leave this life for the next one, what will I leave behind? I’ve always aimed for one main thing in this life, to leave this world a better place than I found it. I like people, and yet I see people getting more and more stressed as time passes. There’s the key to the question.
The stories I write have one overriding purpose, not to scare you, not to educate you, not to jerk your emotions around, but to take you away from this stress filled life for a few hours, maybe even offer you some hope. Join me in a different world, share the adventure, and be assured before you start, you will find a reasonably happy ending, even if the book is part of a series.
That’s why I do what I do, folks. These stories are my legacy, what I can leave behind to hopefully better someone’s life, if only for an hour or so. It’s my hope to reach as many people as possible to share the adventure with, so, pull on your PJs, fetch that mug of tea, and curl up in your favorite chair for a while, and let me tell you a story, make you smile.
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So for now, blessed be