My sister, Janet Hamilton, painted the picture for the cover of a delicate dance of souls. It’s based off this photo I took near the campground where I did much of the writing. Such a serene place to create.
Undoubtedly she did, later. At the time though, she had the wisdom to keep her ego out of it, not let her mind try to force its preferences. Clearly, she was hoping the experience would make it possible for her to love Sam again. But she knew she needed to wait, let her soul show her the path.
To be honest, I’m not really interested in writing the “great American novel” or even being on the New York Times Bestseller list. What I…