Hello and Happy Friday,

I was going to submit a short story featuring my character Detective Owen Story today, but I'm not going to because it's not ready, though I wrote it a few years ago.

It's funny how you can re-read something you've written when you could barely write and have gotten a little better (just a little) at the writing game; only then--if you're lucky--can you see how bad was you earlier writing. This is what happened to my Owen Story short-story called Ghost Town. It isn't terrible, but its pretty bad; wordy, too long, confusing and I wouldn't let my dog read it if he could read; so I'm definitely not going to let you guys do it, wasting your time and imagination. So I'm reworking the story and making it better and to my relief I've learned how to do it--somewhat; I hope you think so too.

I'm offering the story next week, the much better version. I hope you get a chance to read it; want to read it and if you have any questions or want to tell me I missed the mark and why, please do, I would love to hear from you.

So next week the story; see ya then.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello,

I hope this note finds you well.

My second novel in the Owen Story trilogy will be out--hopefully--at the end of February 2009. For those who might be interested (one or two folks-possibly) I will put out a short story next Friday ( I want to clean it up a bit) I wrote a while back, it illuminates a part of Owen's life, his long friendship with Richard Giordano--son of a crime boss and pretty shady himself-- and why he is a huge part of Owen's life.

I hope you're interested and want to read it and most important, that if you do, you enjoy it.

Send me something you wrote, I promise to read it.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello, I hope this e-mail finds you well,

You know; its funny how, if you’re known for writing a novel, it makes people think you can write anything and maybe it’s not the truth. I was asked to interview the principal of my son's school and to write it up for the school news letter, I did so with no problem—the principal Mr. Brown is great, the schools terrific and it was and easy story to write---but, it got me thinking about the things I feel—I almost know—I can’t write well or I would struggle like crazy to do such as writing horror. I love horror to read but writing it; gives me the shivers; writing horror is a complicated process exampled by just about every Stephen King novel. It’s not just the scary stuff he gets right, it’s the dead-on (don’t mean to be funny) character development where they are real, even the minor ones , all wonderfully thought out and unforgettable, he’s creating these characters while plotting in the scary stuff happening in mostly ordinary situations; take Carrie for instance. Carrie is a story about teenage angst which is everyday, but the way he uses this as a foundation for terror is phenomenal.

I have tried my hand at two horror short stories and they were not bad, I liked them but there was a reason they were short, I don’t believe I could sustain a larger work. Someday—you never know—I might venture into the unknown land of horror writing but for now I’m definitely sticking with what I feel I write best and for the most part, I’m just working my way around how to do that and have a long way to go, its enough of a challenge; so God willing I be allowed to do it as long as possible.

Keep up the writing,

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hi, back from New York,

I lived through the New York trip, the book signing at the New York Police Museum that I thought would give me a heart attack--it didn't of course and I'm grateful and so very, very glad its over and with and only five people showing, four were employees of the museum, though a guy (a visitor to the museum) did sit and listen for a minute, regardless, I really enjoyed it to my surprise.

I enjoyed it for a list of reasons I'm going to list, a good one too: first, I met up with my close friend GiGi for the first time in four years, she looks wonderful and absolutely made the trip for me; she was so professional, had everything prepared, she even wrote an invoice for me to leave with the museum for the books, I couldn't have made the trip without her. Next, the museum's staff, specifically Iris Stephen, the coordinator, were phenomenal; they were so kind and generous you would have to have lived it to believe it, New Yorkers are terrific no matter what others say, the museum's staff are the best people. Next, the museum itself, beautiful; three floors of the most interesting information on one of our country's largest and diverse police departments, you could spend all your time just looking at all the displays specifically the homage to 911, its terrific, sobering and heartfelt. Next, New York itself, I love New York, it's a town like no other. The museum is located on the Hudson River, across from the Staten Island Ferry, a block from Wall Street and as I stood on the second floor after the reading staring out the window I watched the ships going down the river, the people passing by going into the South Street Seaport, it made me want to stay forever. Last, spending time with old friends I hadn't seen in twenty years over a nice meal at the end of the reading.

I'm glad I made it through the signing and the reading--which I did okay on-- the few folks seemed to pay attention, I'm glad to be home and have it behind me but I will miss New York. Ms. Stephen's, the museums coordinator, invited me back to read the next book in the Owen Story trilogy, I of course gave her a definite; Yes (God willing of course) and believe it or not, I can't wait.

Write what you love, let the rest take care of itself.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello everyone,

This is a mail before I go to New York for the book signing this Wednesday. I’m nervous though my friend Gi, who is going to support me at the signing, told me not to be; that I’ll be fine. I know I will but I’m not just nervous but close to terrified. Most of it is just me, I’m not good in front of people (though I have no idea if people---more than three—will show up) and will sound like an idiot or read like I never learned to read in my life; I cannot wait until Thursday. I’m looking forward though to seeing New York, being there and will let the signing take its course and do the best, the very best I can. If you’re in New York on Wednesday, near the New York Police Museum around noon, come and say hello and tell me not to be too nervous because it won’t last forever.

Write and be concerned about how you feel, no one else,

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello,

I hope you're writing these days. I know there is a lot going on in our world and most of it seems to be bad news and much for us to worry about--well, we shouldn't, at least not too much, things get better--life gets better--so we do all we can, love who we love, be good people, try to do our best, pray always and of course--write--always.


If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Happy Friday and Happy Holiday to those who celebrate Columbus Day--that was too long,

I'm off on Monday which is a very good thing, I'll try and get a little extra sleep but more importantly do some distance writing which means trying to get out more than one or two pages; hopefully five or more. I would like to finish the book which is oh-so-much-wishful-thinking and too much for one day off. As you know I'm a slow as molasses writer and its sometimes frustrating though its the way it is. I'm reading "Books" by Larry MacMurtry and at one point he says he finally connected with a novel he was writing and got the first draft done in three weeks. I was totally envious of that but made myself feel a little better thinking, it's Larry MacMurtry, what else is there to say? So get over it.

I figure in the end it matters little how long it takes to write your novel, its most important that you do it whenever you can and that you end up with a novel, a good one you love.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello and Happy Friday,

Doesn’t it feel great when you get a line or a lead for your story? Or the right idea that makes that chapter, makes it juicy and worth the effort because it helps build your story ; makes it better? I love getting that zing when you’ve found that connection you needed; it happens all the time or you wouldn’t have a story or a novel, yet when you’re writing it seems like those zings are infrequent, that there’s a long time between them and most of the time you spend plodding, ringing your hands over the right line, the right connection, or worried you’ve following the wrong trail or have veered off into some ridiculous story line that doesn’t do a thing for the work. We all know there are more of the hard writing times than the smooth writing paths, yet the thing is that its worth it; always worth it in the end because you have your book and if we’re blessed, a really good one.

Keep at the writing.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello and Happy Friday,

I’m working on getting the invitations and information ready for the book signing in Manhattan. I’m nervous on the one hand that no one will show and on the other, someone will and more than one. I try not to think about it, but when I do I treat it as and upcoming event I want to try and do right and have fun doing.

I concentrate though on the second book which is going okay to my surprise, for a moment I was having what I call a slow down because I was piecing together scenes I wasn’t sure about, trying to get them right. I finally got over the hump and moved move forward and when I did I dropped into the flow of the story which was a relief. Right now I’m smooth sailing which won’t last, yet for right now I’m taking advantage of it and having fun doing the writing. Fun is the key in all things isn't it? Especially the life of writing.

Write always.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello and Happy Friday,

I keep the drafts of my posts in a folder called Write What You Know and below this is a document folder called, Write What You Love. I think I'll switch folders because for me, writing what you Love is the thing.

Keep at it, never give up, especially when there seems to you more reasson to than not.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello,

I’m eager to get my second book completed or at least a rewrite down, yet its taking time because I’m adding more, fleshing out seriously as I go along. I have been reading a lot because my kid has football practice so I read while I wait and write some too. Yet, the reading has alerted me to something I must walk as a dangerous fine line: details, how much detail I want to use when describing a character, a room, the weather.

I cleave to Elmore Leonard’s rule of writing: skip the boring details, how a character looks, how everything else looks . I believe in this one hundred percent though some parts of writing need details because it gives a scene a depth or feel such as fear and you can only do this by description, the key for me doing it right is by doing it very little.

I try to describe what I need to using only a few words, the best ones which need no explanation, ones that get in and out and don’t detract from the story but keep it moving. I work on this through pages of rewriting like everyone else and still don’t know if I get it right, yet I keep at it until I have cut down to the bone which is my goal and which I feel is what the readers most prefer; not to wade through gunk but get to the story—hopefully a terrific one-- because getting to it is the purpose.

Keep trying, writing, rewriting, never giving up; it’s worth it, it’s everything.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hey, hope you had a good holiday, again, if you’re into it,

I got my October 29th date for the book signing at the at the New York Police Museum in Manhattan, I’m happy about it but not letting it take me over because I have a lot of work I need to do in prep of the visit and doing it will keep me from going crazy worrying about the trip.
I have books to order, invitations to send out, flight and hotel arrangements to make, apply for the police ride-along; a number of details to see to plus work on my second novel—which will save my sanity. I am starting to feel a bit of excitement though not much and not until I get it all done and the only thing left will be go get on that plane.

My second book is going--thank goodness--and adding to it working the New York trip and my family life; I’m moving right along. It’s what life is supposed to be all about right?

Daily writing, no other way to get it done.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello and Have a happy holiday if you’re into it,

I learned a few days ago I can hold a book signing at the New York Police Museum in Manhattan, on 100 Slip near Staten Island on tentatively October, 29. I am of course thrilled and so far not too nervous, I'm excited; for one, to get the chance to visit New York after all these years, to be alive in that great city. I have an itinerary of three excursions I hope I can do which includes not only the signing at the museum but to get to tour it as well, I have a feeling their police museum is terrific(Cleveland has one too and its a good one) filled with so much of the departments phenomenal history; I hope there’s an exhibit on Frank Serpico and the Knapp Commission.

I also hope to do a Ride-Along out of the 1-9 precinct, this would be terrific though I’m hoping it won’t taint my ideas of police life in the precincts for my novels—it probably will--I’ll just have to keep a rein on it because I’m satisfied with how I depict the police in my novels.

Lastly, I want to meet Mayor Bloomberg, this is not a weird request. I admire him and know he's done a wonder job for the city I'm in love with; so to meet him would be a terrific experience.

That’s my New York trip; unfinalized, but getting there. The most important reason for going there is in reality to get my novel and the next two known in the city they’re set and to also get the real feel, taste and smell of the place I imagine each and every day. I’ll keep you posted if and when I get the okay for parts of my itinerary; I’m going to do what’s necessary to make my trip a success because it’ll help make my novels that much better.

I hope you got to watch Barack Obama’s acceptance speech, it was awe-inspiring and one of the most important things I came away with from the experience was the fact that he or his team had to write it, face that blank sheet and come up with the best words, the sweetest historical references, the here and now experiences of us Americans and put it down on paper; it was an amazing undertaking. Yet, through the miraculous power of putting words and sentences together he's able to inspire the world.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello and Happy Friday,

I know I do a lot of talking about writing, I say I write but who knows if I do? I do; so here's a short story, flash fiction I think and I hope you like it:



ICE CREAM AND CHRISTMAS TREES


Gerald shivered beside the rows of spruces, firs and pines, smelling their sharp tang as they glowed dark green under the string of Christmas lights. It was twenty degrees but felt colder, maybe because it was Colorado in December or because he’d been standing there for four hours watching people dressed in parkas, snow boots and ski hats eating all manner of ice cream; single, double and triple scooped cones, banana splits, sundaes, parfaits and frosty milkshakes as he tried to sell Christmas trees and watch for Sherry.

He stamped his feet and rubbed together his gloved hands as he watched car headlights come off the highway ramp and down the street toward him either to pass by or stop at Romeo’s Ice Cream Emporium where he sold the trees. He’d always thought it funny-strange how the place did a brisk business in winter where you would think the idea of having ice cream would be horrible. But Marvin Pile, the old man who owned the ice cream stand along with half the commercial strip, said folks seemed to love it even more in winter than in summer so that was one reason he kept it open year round.

“Some of my best business done in the winter,” said Marvin, a pock marked, skinny man who looked like he never ate a thing let alone ice cream. “People love the frozen cow’s milk whatever the time of year.”

Romeo’s was little more than a stand with a neon ice-cream cone tilted helter-skelter on its roof and was only large enough for two people to work inside at one time. A drive-through sized window was cut out its front with a lip attached; customer’s walked up, ordered and the order was pushed out on to the lip for pick up. A couple of picnic tables sat on the tarmac off to the side for anyone brave enough to risk a frozen rear for their frozen treat. Marvin, partial to entrepreneurs, had for the last three years kindly let him sell holiday trees on the small lot next to the stand for two percent of the take and it had worked out pretty well too; it seemed eating ice cream put a lot of people in a good mood to buy Christmas trees. There was a line even now at the stand though it was close to eight


Where was she? Did something happen? He looked at the cars coming toward him all passing by. A guy wearing a black down-filled coat and an orange hunting cap and eating two large scoops of what looked like to Gerald Rocky Road ice cream, walked over. Pointing to a balsam fir over seven feet tall, full from top to bottom and the silvery blue of a deep, clean lake asked, “How much is that one?”

“Its forty dollars,” Gerald glanced over the man’s shoulder at the passing cars.

The man looked at the tree, licked his ice cream, shrugged, “Its nice enough and a good size; I’ll take it.” He fished around in his coat pocket, told Gerald, “Hold this,” handed him the cone, took out a wad of bills and pulled off two twenties.

Gerald took the money and handed the guy back his ice cream. He cut a half-inch off the tree’s trunk, hauled it to the guy’s Ford pick-up and laid it carefully in the truck’s bed.

“Merry Christmas,” he called out to the guy just as Sherry’s red Corolla came off the ramp, down the street and pulled up beside him. Gerald felt the knots of fear in his stomach loosen a little at the sight of her.

She got quickly out the car looking at once beautiful, terrified and eager but mostly beautiful; they stared at each other, then met holding on to each other next to a set of decorative wreaths with red bows.

“I thought he wouldn’t let you get away.”

She stuck a strand of soft black hair underneath her cap, the plume of her cold breath smelled like fresh peppermint, “I didn’t think he’d buy my story but he didn’t give me any trouble this time; he usually has a fit if I got out without him.” The violet eyes in her slim face took hold of mines, “Do you have the money?”

“Cleaned out my bank account,” he said. I’ll never complain again about working day construction. You?”

She opened her purse, took out a white envelope and opened to the to the bills packed inside, “That’s everything. You think it’ll be enough to get us started?” Her glorious eyes looked again into mine and I nodded.

If we’d had ten dollars between us I would’ve still nodded; the money didn’t matter only that they were together and could get away together was his only concern and had been the first time he’d laid eyes on her; to have her, to make her his any way he had to.

“Have you sold a lot of trees?” she looked around.

“Not many, my mind hasn’t been on it tonight. You ready to go? There’s nothing else keeping us here is it?”

She shook her head and smiled, “I’m scared but ready. I love you.” She took his hand, “Can we have a last one to go?”

“Anything. I love you.”

They started for Romeo’s as her husband Jimmy came off the ramp, down the street in his green Cadillac STS, hitting a Fraser fir and tumbling it over to knock down six other firs before he stopped and jumped out of the car pointing a pistol at them; he was crying.

“I thought it was me you loved,” he waved the gun at them. The people buying ice cream had frozen as they stared at the three of them.

“Not anymore,” Sherry’s right hand went to my chest. “I’m Gerald’s now.”

“She loves me,” I said, “It can’t be helped, Jimmy.” My eyes went from his wet face to the gun, “There’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jimmy’s face sucked in as if he’d been forced fed a sack of lemons;, his eyes closing “You sure; that damn sure?” He pulled back the trigger.

Sherry and Gerald glanced at each other and nodded; their eyes only for each other. Jimmy opened his and saw it under the hanging Christmas tree lights and neon helter-skelter ice cream cone. He released the trigger, his arm sinking down from the weight of the gun and lost love. “I can’t leave here with nothing?” he said.

Sherry moved toward him, took the gun and tossed it into the front seat of the car, “How about an ice cream and a Christmas tree.”

The End

Send me a story if you want; the reading is almost as important as the writing.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing

Lori

Hello,

I’m writing my second Owen Story novel as you know; I’m finishing the first draft to move into the long—but not too long—rewrite process which is the REAL process. My first step though is not to pick up the pen and get to it, I have to organize first. I don’t mean create an outline so I know where I’m going; I already know this for the most part, I mean putting all my notes, my snatches of information, my short story lines, my scribbled passages all together in front of me like a person opening a large box of chocolates a la Forest Gump and choosing the ones that best fit the story, the novel.

When I’m collecting these pieces written down on the backs of store receipts, in one of the small notebooks I carry around or on a stickem, I of course don’t know exactly where they may fit; only that they might. So when I gather them I try and fit most into the books storyline like working a puzzle where sometimes the pieces are large and give you an idea of the picture you’re creating and at other times, small and are needed just to help the picture develop while some you don’t need.

I enjoy this part of working my book because I find once I’m here, the book is alive and all I’m there to do is keep it breathing and healthy by feeding it the right words and taking out the useless, unnecessary ones; keeping it moving by throwing in a fast paced storyline ; filling it with excitement and adventure and with characters you want to know and love. It’s a pleasure to get to this phase though I have a ways to go until I’m done, but the fact I have gotten there lets me know I have a story worth finishing, that I enjoy and look forward to adding to it until it’s the way I want it to be and hope the end result will be a novel loved not only by me but my readers too.

Keep writing your novels, movie scripts, short stories, poems, because you love it.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at my new address: shabazzl@adasbcc.org.

Until next time, God willing,

Lori

Hello,

As writers we write for our selves and for other reasons of course; from hoping for a successful career—whatever you define as success; a prolific career, able to write a book or two a year a la James Patterson or because you feel you have something really important to convey; the list is long. One of the reasons I write is because of my sons; they’re happy when they see my book in the world. The other day my son thought he saw a woman carrying it in a store and he told me about it, smiling all the time. I don’t believe she had my book yet was happy he thought someone was reading it. My sons help me defy that blank page because they see in the book, the results of working hard, not giving up and bypassing roadblocks to create something positive. I feel it helps them understand they can do what they choose to do and pursue their life goals no matter what they are and as long as it’s a good—a great—choice.

I write for my self but my sons help me keep at it and write better.

Keep writing.

If you have any comments or suggestions I have a new e-mail address at: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing.

Hello and Happy Friday,

I was reading the other day, an article about the writer Stephanie Meyer who wrote the popular novel, Twilight. The story was of course filled with all the great things happening to her: she’s the new J.K. Rowling, a terrific three book deal, an eagerly anticipated book tour and so many other wonderful details, I of course had a flash of envy, who wouldn’t? I mean she is where I want to be some day. I said-flash of envy-because I kind of got over it quickly because I thought, I’ll be where she is some day or close and I don’t doubt it. Why should I be so sure? I don’t know, because I feel it? Lame but true, yet more importantly I believe I’m working toward it though not in the usual way because I can’t; I don’t have an agent, or even a one-book-deal, I don’t have a huge audience anticipating my next novel (though a few people are; which is a great thing) I don’t have a tour scheduled; my best is a trip to New York to do a signing at the New York City Police Museum which has yet to be confirmed and I’m not a full time writer; I write when I can.

Boy, doesn’t it sound like I have reason to be envious and not so sure I’m going to get even close to where Ms. Meyer’s career has taken her. Yet, I do feel I’ll get close because despite all what I don’t have; I know—know—I have great story lines for my trilogy, a terrific character in Owen Story and I don’t stint on writing as well as I possibly can with relevant details and interesting, well-developed characters; making sure I give the reader the best possible story, one that rolls along at top speed, is exciting and not a waste of a minute of their time. I do what I can to promote my novels and try to do so every day and in all the ways available to me.

As writers and as people, we want a slice of the “good life”—the book tours, the newspaper and magazine articles, the book deals, which I’ve always defined as being a successful writer. But as time has gone by I’ve learned to define success, not by the trappings of the so called good life, but by working hard on my novel and getting it to the point I can breathe because I feel I’ve made it the best it can be, I’m done and can present it to the world pleased with it.

Just write, the rest will take care of itself.

If you have any comments or suggestions I have a new e-mail address at: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing.

Hi,

I told you how much I enjoyed my editing class; I’m using a few of the techniques she taught. Anyway, one of the things she mentioned is that how she had to learn to break some of the rules of writing that were ground into her from childhood, for example: a comma should be used before a conjunction introducing an independent clause—those long winded rules. We adhere to that rule because its ground into us as well, but for some writers they know and incorporate the rules so well, have done it all their writing career that they know how to superbly break them to give us knew and wonderful stories. My best example of who does this so well is Cormac Mccarthy; he breaks rules into splinters and takes your breath away. He can do this so effortlessly because of a few things: his writing skill, deep knowledge of the world and the people he writes about and because he’s fearless at the challenge and doesn’t care if we like it or not, he writes for himself.


Will I ever get to the point to be able to write so well or to be so fearless at it? Honestly, I don’t think so but I don’t toss it out but see is as a possible goal along with my other writing goals: doing it well and loving it.

Enjoy what you’re writing even when you sometimes can’t enjoy the writing.

If you have any comments or suggestions I have a new e-mail address at: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing.

Hello,

It’s funny how writers are always trying to improve their writing—at least I do—and by all means at my disposal. I believe I do it out of part fear I don’t know enough as a writer and I’m missing something and part I can always—always do better for my sake and most importantly for my readers. I took an editing class at my local university yesterday and it was good, I learned a number of useful tools and I’m grateful for it because they will help improve my writing no doubt. I have an issue with my editing prowess anyway, I’m not good at it and the chance to improve is welcome.

As we all know, it’s a long-winding-improving road for a writer, no matter how long his career, the object is to get better each novel and along with courage and hard-work it takes knowledge to do so and l take advantage of this fact. The professor is teaching a grammar class and I will be taking it, a brush up now and again is a plus, every little bit helps and I will take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself to make my stories, my novels better and better.

Grab a book like The Everyday Writer by Andrea Lunsford, I’d bet you pick up something that’ll help your writing.

If you have any comments or suggestions I have a new e-mail address at: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing.

Hello and Happy Friday,

Working on the second book, a lot of reading and research; yet doing it no matter what—with a little writing thrown it--and its going well because its part of the writing process isn’t it? A large cog in the machinery of writing. I’m reading about the Iranian revolution and about the CIA; and a piece of the story I was missing for the second novel—how to work out how Owen comes by an important piece of information central to the story—presents itself, the answer I needed to keep the story rolling and it made my day.

I’m not the kind of writer who can plot my novel step-by-step before the writing, who knows what happens before it happens; I of course have an idea of the plot of the story, how it should go, it’s the how to get there that’s my mystery… until I start to read, research, write and think.
Writing is involved, tedious, time consuming, but such a joy and a wonder, I love it and can’t imagine doing anything else. So you write too, it’s worth it everyday.

Write,

If you have any comments or suggestions I have a new e-mail address at: mathewsla@hotmail.com

Until next time, God willing.