What would I do if I could live out my dream of being a working writer? Well, write, of course. But then, I could write from anywhere. What new ideas could come from new scenery?
Driving down the Blue Ridge Parkway, would I see inspiration in the incredibly beautiful sights? Could I imagine it at night? Would I see my hero driving, lost in troubled thoughts, suddenly witness an angel step from the trees. Would she change his life forever? Could he accept her for what and who she was?
How about the amazing U.S.1? Surrounded by blue, soft breeze blowing, my Heroines car breaks down. She walks along, accepts a ride from a stranger and learns that there are things out there she never knew about before.
This is my hope for the future.To explore the highways and byways of this country. The back roads and the walking trails. I want to know this world intimately. Starting with home.
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