And so the story grew

I always harbored the secret desire to write my own book.  I wrote stories in my head throughout my childhood, and sporadically wrote bits and pieces as I aged.  When our six children were grown, and I retired from working for the Hillsboro Library, it was time.  So I began The Communing Tree.  It took me years to solidify the story, with many rewriting sessions.  The characters created themselves in my head, and wanted their stories told.  It was an engrossing process, interrupted many times by various events (including the advent of nine grandchildren).  But, finally, with much encouragement from a close friend and my husband, I decided to publish it.  Now, if I can only find time to  finish the sequel…