I was reading a lovely inspirational post about “The Book of My Heart” by Beth Revis and I was thinking how my “book of my heart” was thrust upon me circumstantially. Sometimes the book chooses the writer.

No, it doesn’t. *snerk* That’s just the sort of fortune cookie crap that I put in my “book of my heart”.

Our first books are often the book of our hearts and, if you’re like me, you wrote it and rewrote it over the course of several years, stumbling and learning along the way. Continue reading →