Someday, in bookstores everywhere...

The writing process...fiction writing...has always been perfectly wonderful such a combo of pleasure and pain. Yes...even though I love it.

I have been writing fiction since I was about 10-11 years old and fell in love. Even before I could write words my mom tells me that I used to lay down on my tummy at the age of 2-3 and scribble in a notepad every night before bedtime. Don't I wish I had the commitment to my journal now at the age of 31.

For Chrstmas my husband Esquire gave me 2 "Insprational" Saturdays. Days that I could plan as I wanted with the thought toward writing. It thrills me to the core that he not only loves my passion for fiction writing but also helps me pursue it.

So, today...though with a late start (I slept in to 830a...Glory Be!)...I am at Panera and will get the chance to write to my heart's content. It's difficult starting sometimes...getting that first line written...even though it's just new materia to my current (work in progress-WIP, another "writing" term) manuscript (not the first line of a new manuscript-MS). So I thought I'd jot a few words down here first.

But...I must not delay any longer...off to Boston, 1880s, to a house of wealth, ambition...and corruption.

Perhaps Someday in your local bookstore on a shelf near the door (hopefully near the door on the "best-seller" shelf) you will see the title...

Midsummer Secrets

Signing off for now,
Elizabeth

PS: Since there's no spell check that I can see...and I don't want to take time to check and check again myself...forgive me for my misspellings. ;-)