Some people wake up one day with an idea and decide to write a book. They publish, sell thousands of copies, and then they’re done. They never feel compelled to write again.

Me? Some days I wake up and wish I could stop writing. Stroll through a museum. Enjoy a dinner out. Savor a sunset. It’s annoying. Obsessive. But I can’t stop. Writing is integral to who I am.

An English teacher once told me I wasn’t such a great writer (how’s that for inspiration?), but I had the diligence to make it happen. I’m not sure about diligence, but I know I have to write. Ten minutes before breakfast. An hour when my girls nap. For as long as I can stay awake at night (which usually isn’t very long). Then I think about my next idea as I’m eating lunch, pushing the stroller, and shopping at the grocery store… ideas that eventually become books… like Refuge on Crescent Hill.

God gave me this passion…desire…dream. If I never publish again, I’ll keep writing the journal entries and stories and articles like I did as a kid. I can’t help myself.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing!

Sincerely,

Melanie