Feeling a little naked right now. Just put the beginning of my book out there for some folks to read and critique, particularly my current instructor. It's scary to let those words go out on their own. I hope they look both ways before they cross the street. I hope they don't miss me too much. I really hope no one is mean to them or hurts their feelings too much.

I bet you think I'm talking about my children, no it's all about those words that I have put together hopefully into a story that will take your imagination and set it free. I hope, I can entertain you and make you think. I hope you will cry and laugh out loud. I hope you will want to keep turning the pages and not put it down. I hope you will become engaged with my characters and really get to know them. All of these things happened for me as I wrote this story.

I started out doing this because I always said I would. When I took a few writing classes, in my current "let's go back to college phase," I felt compelled to try. Eighty-five thousand words later I actually wrote a book. Even I'm surprised. It is an absolutely incredible story, now I hope I'm a good enough writer to tell it the way it deserves to be told. I started out thinking that this would be my part-time job. That if I could sell it, I could help Rick bear the burden of our well-being. Today, I don't care if it sells, although that would be nice, I really want people to love it, get involved with it and hopefully get "My Message."

Those of you who know me, know that I absolutely love the sound of my own voice; as in I love to talk. Well this is a different type of voice and I love the story, but the telling of it makes me nervous. Let me get some feed-back from the professionals and maybe I'll print a bit of it here. Takes a little bit more courage to let it go out into the big bad world.