I think this post got lost in the “server maintenance” ethosphere, so I’m reblogging in the hopes it makes it to the people I care about.
It’s hard to believe that only seven years ago I moved to Arizona. Even more incredible is that within those seven years I’ve become a multi-published author of best-selling romantic fiction. Who would have thought?! Certainly not me. Well, that is, the OLD me would never have thought it, but the NEW me couldn’t think of any other way to live the rest of my life. The OLD me was looking at plateauing in my career and yearning for something more. The OLD me had no time or money to seek out anything different. The NEW me felt invigorated, energized, as if all things were possible now that I’d moved to my paradise. The sun, the warmth… and how could I not get swept up by the lore of the Superstition Mountains and come away with no stories of my own? The landscape, the weather, the people all swirled together to…
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