Welcome,
welcome, as I greet you all to my first blogging effort, I also hope you will receive
me with some kindness and leniency. This
world is new to me; one I had not considered entering until Matthew decided it
was time. It is all Matthew's fault really, he insisted
and nudged, he would wake me up in the wee hours of the morning, until finally,
in order to get some needed rest, I threw my hands in the air and said: you win.
And who is
this Matthew you ask? He is none other
than the male lead of my first novel: Destiny's Plan.
The funny thing is, he has been
in my life on and off, throughout the past thirty years. I have seen him in all my travels – I used to
fly quite a lot – going home, leaving home and everywhere else around the globe. Alone, or in a group, I watched him . . .
always. A young serviceman; traveling
on orders, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for his country.
Our ritual
was the same, we greeted each other in passing; a simple nod of respect and acknowledgment
was sufficient. But three years ago
everything changed. He must have figured
out I was preparing to give up life on the road, and as I was driving home from
the airport at two am, he began to demand.
Loudly mind you . . . what about my story?
This world
is a funny—quirky, really—place, and as luck, or destiny, should have it, a few
days after Matthew yell in my ear, a close friend suggested I should
write a book . . . right?
And so here
I am, happily reporting the story has been finished and Matthew is calmer these
days. Oh, by the way . . . we are not
going to Iraq or Afghanistan. In this
story, we are going a little further back in time, we are going to the Sixties
and Vietnam, (insert a quick shrug here) it is what my young man wanted.
Do visit again, in the following
weeks and until the book is published, I promise to give a few more hints about
Matthew and . . . goodness did I forget to mention the love of his life,
Raquel? Yes, it is also her story; thankfully
she speaks with a much softer voice.
