It happens once in a blue moon, right?  The happy accident that sometimes defines our story.  Well, maybe it’s because the Lord thought I needed a boost after my surgical trauma, but today (Sunday of all things) I woke up at four o’clock am with the plots for all four of my upcoming Crazy Ladies of Oakwood series.  The series is about a therapy group of  four women who are all single for different reasons.  They watch Enchanted April and decide they simply must go to Tuscany so it can work its magic on them.  I intend to devote a book to each woman—Roxie, the J-Lo look alike who hates men, Sara the woman who became an ob-gyn to please her Vietnamese immigrant parents, but who desperately wants to be a concert violinist, Georgia, the recently widowed wife of a narcissist who thinks she has no identity, and poor McKenzie the controlling perfectionist whose husband has left her for his boat in Florida, causing his formerly straight arrow kids to deviate from the path she has proscribed for them.

The story of each one came sailing from my subconscious mind to my conscious mind at four in the morning.  It was so complete, that I had no choice but to get out of bed, negotiating my walker into the office, where I wrote everything I could remember!  I knew I would never get back to sleep until I did!

So, now I just have to arrange for my first trip—to Florence and Tuscany for McKenzie’s story.  Hopefully, the royalties will make that possible!  Next year I will have to go to the Greek Isles for Sara, then Provence for Georgia, and finally the Scottish Highlands for Roxie! (A Cubana in Highland Dress?—that has to be serendipity!)

Sounds like fun, huh?