Whispered Thoughts

It started when my friend Denise whispered, “I’m going to write a romance novel.” Story snippets of dashing men and valiant women have always raced through my mind only to fade when the phone rang, the traffic light changed, or the kids got loud. I thought I was a real Walter Mitty. But Denise’s whisper made me stop and think. Could I write a book, I mean really, write a story?

How many times had I enjoyed a story so much that when it was over I would ‘write’ the epilog. I wasn’t willing t...