Capes all Around

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Or written anything, for that matter. A lot has happened. Without going into detail, let’s just say that metaphorically I’d been thrown into a ditch, and I climbed back out, dusted off my cape, found my bearings and now it’s time to get back to living and into the writing saddle.  But during these past few years, okay, more than a few years in the metaphorical ditch, I’ve changed. When I couldn’t write, I read. And I read a lot. Books by authors I admire for their talented storytelling. All that reading has fortified my desire to continue being a storyteller. But I’ve realized that something has changed in my storytelling. My experiences have changed me. So, it stands to reason that my heroines will think and respond to life’s events and circumstances differently. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens as my stories unfold. I may be older and dented but I’ve proven to myself that I’m resilient and stronger now because of my experiences. I’m hoping my heroines will be stronger, wiser, more compassionate, and never complacent when a wrong needs to be righted. A heroine who will take a stand against tyranny even if my cozy mysteries only dish up a fragment of that bullying element. I’m hoping my heroines will throw on their invisible capes and meet challenges head on as they solve the mystery. I wish I had capes to hand out to every woman I pass on the street, this includes both trans and cis gender women and anyone else who is ready to throw on a cape if that's what it takes to fight the good fight. We’re all in this together. Let’s look out for one other.