As I've wandered through life's ever-changing tapestry of adventures, weathering this storm or basking in the afterglow of a grand experience, I've learned that I am addicted to my meandering so, following whims and ideas and larks which happen by. Oh, I seldom leave the security of home but let my mind drift into a serendipitous kaleidoscope of artful imaginings. My imagination can so carry me away that I can smell the leather, taste the trail dust, nuzzle the baby's downy head. I feel emotions, live experiences, and I deeply feel the love or bewilderment or despair just as my characters do. I love my meandering so, which at last brought me to paper and pen, iPad, actually, where the adventure of this, book all began

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