by Nola on March 17, 2011

As I was lying in bed this morning, still on the edge of sleep, a book title plunked itself into my head. It was such an unusual title that I had to ask, “What the heck could that be about?” Then the book told me about itself. Now all I have to do is go write it down. It happens that way sometimes. A writer can be a conduit for a story that wants to come into being. One wonders how many stories are given to people who never do write them down.

– Nola

“Expect romance!”

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