It’s only been a few days since my last post about my March plans. Now I have found that those are totally incorrect. My plans were way off. I’m a Catholic who loves being a writer. Being a writer is good. Being a Catholic is good. Being both is fantastic, wonderful, and fabulous.

I prayed to God as I found I was getting nowhere with both of the stories I was trying to write. I prayed for almost an hour. I’m now going to write the story I should be writing. The story I have been chosen to write. I’m disabled in real-life. Now I know God has chosen me to use my life experiences to help others with disabilities.

What I am trying to explain is writing stories/novels for middle-grade and young adult novels with characters with disabilities. I got disabled in my early twenties. I’m now in my fifties. I plan to keep writing for the rest of my life. I also plan to get my work published one day. My new story is called (Straight Down the Crooked Path). I hope that, with this said, I will post about this story later.