"Journey of the Promise," my first mystery, was so incredibly fun to write. It was almost as if it wrote itself and I just went along for the ride. So, I decided to write another mystery, Ideas flowed and "Pages From the Past," came into being. But it needed a sequel, so I followed with "The Silent Patriots".
I've always wanted to write a Fantasy because there are no boundaries as to where the imagination can take you. "Prince Etcheon and the Secret of the Ancient" in now in the publishing stage and will be out . . . when . . . I'm not sure, at this time, but soon.
Synopsis to "Prince Etcheon and the Secret of the Ancient"
Feladelphia was the only relative Etcheon had, as far as he knew. The little village of the Meadows was the only place he had ever lived. But in his seventeenth year, his Granna Fella (as he called her) died, leaving him alone in the world, or so he thought
The people of the village were very kind to him, that day, as they were every day, and wished to take care of him, but the little cottage he called home, waited for his return.
It was on his return to his cottage that a soft light and a gentle voice drew him to the forest near the road. It was there he first met Tarainisafari and her family which consisted of an owl, a panther, a horse, an eagle, two large Danes, and a two-headed lamb.
It was like a dream and he considered it a dream when he found himself suddenly in front of the cottage without knowing how he got there.
Then came the visit from a stranger, dressed in an odd apparel of suited clothes, and carrying a satchel at his side. From his mouth came the most unbelievable story, though it was true. From inside his satchel, came letters and documents that would reveal Etcheon's true identity and direct the rest of his life.
Soon Etcheon found himself swept into another world inside the world he knew, and another time, not knowing if it was the future of things yet to come or the past of what already was. Or was he entwined in both? Whatever it was, it was the true beginning of his life and his destiny.
When I'm not writing, I'm painting, singing with the Southern Utah Heritage Choir, searching out my ancestors, and serving in the St. George Temple with my husband, Brent. The rest of the time is taken up with traveling to see, or entertaining our four sons and their families when they come to visit. There are 15 grandchildren who have decorated our family tree. Oh, what a beautiful tree.
