I’m writing again. Those three words mean more than I could posibbly believe. Ever since the day I sat in my room in 1997 and wrote the opening lines of what I still hope will be my first novel. It seemed easy. I had the story idea, and the focus to write. I knew the beginning, middle, and end. Of course, now, almost nine years and 400 hundred some-odd pages, it’s all the stuff in between that keeps me from completing this endeavor. Now that I am a father again (another daughter, what bliss), I have that burning desire to write again, and the cornucopia of ideas running through my mind, fighting to make their way to the digital page. (My Toshiba Tablet PC is the best writing tool ever!!!!)

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