~St. Philip Neri
What is God asking of me today? How should I approach it and why?
But when I was writing, it all went away: the sorrow, the pain, the injustice. I would slip into another world where I could live through the minds and hearts of my characters. Someone else in my shoes might have turned to drugs or booze, but not me. Writing was my therapy. It was how I numbed the pain. It was my passion, my great love, my life. No matter how many put downs and letdowns I suffered, this one bright hope kept me going. Somewhere, deep down inside where God carves his mark on the soul, I just knew that this was my destiny.