The story of Zara Thibideaux arose from an exercise that was intended to show my oldest daughter that anyone with imagination can write a story.
The easy part is the imagining, the hard part is summoning up the discipline to commit one's backside to a chair long enough to write something worth reading. The hardest bit yet to come is getting published.
So far, I have been able to manage the first two hurdles with varying degrees of success. The road to getting published I've yet to tread.
More later when I decide what's safe to share.
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