I love March. Well, at least this March. I love the air that hints of spring. The grass starting to turn shades of green. The rays of dawn that tint the snowy mountains with a hint of pink every morning.
I love walking my dog on our bike trail. I love taking my mini-van through the car wash (thus, no muddy snow on the roads), and I love watching the neighbor kids bounce on their trampoline out my window.
Spring means fresh, new life. It’s a time for new beginnings.
For me, this includes working on the first book of a three-book series, The Spanish Civil War Chronicles. The title of this first book is Valley of Betrayal.
I’m still in the process of wrapping my mind around my story, but I do know a few things. I know that sometimes love doesn’t turn out as we’d hoped. Yet we can each become a better person because of our hearts that love.
The funny thing about reading novels is that we glimpse into a part of the author’s heart, whether we realize it or not. Think about your favorite novel. What did you learn about the author’s hopes, dreams, memories, and loves?
I often don’t realize how much of “me” makes it’s way into my stories until the book is already on the shelf. But that’s okay, I suppose. For it’s through my words that I let my heart be known.
And for the book to come, my heart will share how true love is found even under the most difficult circumstances. A true love that is never forgotten. Forever embraced.