I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.
Through writing, an author opens the window of his heart through which a reader can see the inner self of the author.
My mother, who is a pianist and a fine artist, purchased a piano for me. Twice. This was back when I was a small girl. Pianos, of course, came complete with the quintessential piano teacher who whacke...
