So….. I decided to embark on a literary journey about 4 years ago. As a lifelong reader, the temptation to write always lurked in the recesses of my soul. But….I never had the courage until I found myself housebound with an unexpected injury. My time in so-called isolation forced me to face my demons and as many writers say….bleed my emotions onto the page. At the end of my home confinement, I emerged re-birthed. I was a writer. Life had new meaning. Hope was restored. My passion for love and romance melded into divine relationship with fingers that had a life of their own. My thoughts ignited onto the page surrendering to their unspoken a wanton longings for the written word.