Singing Heart is more than a moment in time. Its a genteel woman’s life from the early years. How circumstances shaped her character and her own hard work helped her fulfill her dreams against all odds. Its a spiritual story about life, death and rebirth of the spirit. About the loss of everything and how hope and determination allowed her to succeed against all odds.

I have been reading and writing since age two. My life was solitary and lonely as a child on many levels and I turned within to the artistic part of my soul to keep myself sane. I read, wrote, became an artist, I play several musical instruments by ear, love to sing, craft. I have always been shy and reclusive and of course opposites attract so all the people in my life have been extremely social, including my daughter Crystal Xzan. She was truly a miracle in my life.

When I finally wrote my first novel I was recovering from major surgery and bedridden for six weeks. The first two I felt so bored I couldn’t bear it I began to write more than poetry or short stories. Singing Heart threw itself on the pages and I was stunned, I felt like I was the instrument of a greater power writing through me telling this incredible story. I was as fascinated when I read the final full draft as my daughter was. Crystal was a little girl, eight years old when I finished it and she was so curious to read it. But it was a little too mature for her age group so it sat on disc, on a shelf for nearly 10 years before she asked again.

She was enthralled with the story itself. There is some family history woven in the pages and as with every writer my characters are the best and worst characteristics of people, places, things I’ve known in my lifetime enhanced of course by my vivid imagination. Crystal begged me to try to get it published but life got in the way. I went through a divorce, her leaving the nest, my father becoming deathly ill with a brain tumor, diabetes, parkinsons, heart disease and alzhiemers and becoming his caregiver for six years.

Then horrifyingly my only child…the light of my life left this world three years ago. I nursed her impotently, as she fought fought a monster that ate her alive and she was so brave it was humbling to be so helpless to save her. I am still traumatized and it feels surreal that she is gone. There are no words to express my grief or how empty this world is without her in it. She lived eleven months from the time of her diagnosis (stage four cervical cancer, given two weeks to live) and most of it she was in too much pain, too medicated to even stay awake. But in the moments when we were home and not in treatment long distance, when she was lucid and trying to face her own mortality, we made a bucket list of things she still longed to do making me promist to do as many of them as I could before I leave this world. At the top of the list, number one, she wanted me to publish Singing Heart.

That was three years ago. She was 24 years old and I have just now come back to the land of the living. I’ve been in shock, paralyzed in time, unable to move forward until recently. Working like a drone going through the motions of being alive, feeling dead inside. In starting to cross things off that list I am coming back to life. I had a very wise daughter who knew me well and that what I would need the most to live without her was a purpose to go on.

Singing Heart was published on Oct 4th, 2012 as an ebook for Kindle at Amazon. Some of those who have read it have given it five star reviews. I think my favorite was by Earnetta Fowler, she said that she loved coming home from a hard day at work to read it. When I was writing it, I felt such a sense of family and home. Even though Xzan the main character, had many homes in the book and her life was quite an adventure, she always maintained that feeling of love and care that makes a real home, was maternal to all of the around her, nurturing them. I would like to think that when all my readers read this novel they would not only identify with her as a person and her incredible pioneer spirit, but they would feel like I did while I wrote it, that there is no place like home and love means everything.

Crystal told me before she left this world that she wanted me to spend the rest of my life writing more books. She was privy to the beginnings of several I never had time to finish because I was so busy working. She loved to laugh and I actually started a Southern Humor novel entitled “Yes Sir! Baby…” which I am working on finishing in 2013. She told me, perhaps this is the dreamer in her that she inherited from me, that if Heaven was everything we dreamed for it to be that it had to have a library in it because she loved to read. She wanted to believe that all the books I would write would appear in that library and she could read them and still feel me close until the moment in time that I would be there with her in person.

I like to think that she is reading Singing Heart right now, cuddled up in her favorite chair, surrounded by all those I miss, including my father who followed her there six months later…I am at present writing a new novel that is a little different from any I’ve ever read, it has quite a punch line to knock the reader off their chairs. It too is set in the old west and it has some very real family (funny and naughty) history in it as well. SAM is going to be out in the early part of 2013. It soothes my broken heart to imagine that my darling daughter will be the first one to read it just like she did the others.

It took me 18 years to have the time, the courage, the swift kick from someone who believed in me and was my greatest fan to share my soul with the world. I wish the whole world could read SINGING HEART and feel that love. 


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