I've been meaning to write about my friendship
with a woman from across the sea for ages. Work got in my way. Revisions,
editing and a book launch all took time. But now, I have a moment. My words
will take so much more.
Where should I start this tale? Place: England.
Five years ago, I joined the Internet Writing
Workshop with what I thought was a finished novel, Still Rock Water. I'd taken
several online classes on writing and wanted to learn more. I didn't even know
how much work my writing would need to reach a publishing standard. But I found
out with the help of many other writers who all looked at each other's work,
chapter by chapter over the weeks, months, years.

Both of our books are now published after years
of work and many rejections.
Edith gave her help without counting the cost.
She's marvelous with working out a plot and knowing where a scene should be
added or when one should be removed because it's boring or not needed. What
greater gift can one person give another than their time and patience?
Everything else pales by comparison.
Her generosity extended to sharing marketing
tips and materials.
You see, we wrote a series of four books
together, starting several years ago. I came up with an idea of using my
characters, who'd been reincarnated into a future world after the great flood
destroyed civilization. I started the first novel with a young couple, who met
after a tragic event. Edith Jumped in and introduced other characters. She took
over the men--she's good with action.
Then she wove the two stories together until each group met at the end. She entwined the stories with such skill that nobody would know they started as separate stories. That's writing!
Then she wove the two stories together until each group met at the end. She entwined the stories with such skill that nobody would know they started as separate stories. That's writing!
Double Dragon Publishing released the first
book, Wind Over Troubled Waters, months ago. The other three novels will follow
every six months. Look out for Knights in Dark Leather in November.
We've planned a meeting for over a year—after
all, we're not too far apart. On each occasion, something got in the way. I
feel I know Edith and I'm saving a big hug for when I meet her in the flesh.