

| I am back.  Having been so absorbed with life that my writing had been set aside in favor of the day-to-day existence, I am now writing again.  Do not be offended if I do not share more of my novel now; I am still working out the kinks and trying to get a first draft on paper.  But here is a few lines from the Prologue. The luminous crystals began to shimmer and dissolve, their vibrant green light transforming into a swirling mist that filled the chamber. Tendrils of the green mist snaked through the air, weaving a malevolent dance around the disoriented miners. Panic erupted among the crew as the mist enveloped them, their voices lost in a chorus of confusion and fear. | 
| More of my trials as a novice novelist. "Weaving Love Themes into a Story" 
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| Expressions and ideas are created when words come together.  Form and rhythm unite in a dance of creativity. It is a beginning. 
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