I know that I have been absent for a long, long time. I even had to look myself up to make sure that I was still a member. A lot has been going on for the past five years since my husband past away. I allowed, and I repeat allowed, myself to go into a deep, deep depression
and last summer was the cherry on the cake. I lost my vision in my left eye via an accident.
But----strange things began to happen. A newspaper clipping that I had cut out of the local paper back in the 1970's (I thought I had lost) regarding an unidentified woman and her baby that was pulled out of the canal not far from where I live and an unidentified grave keeper resurfaced. All this took place in 1927. I began poking around and I am now working on it's story. Through my poking around, I rediscovered my Sci-fi story - The Third Level - and have picked it up, and I am also working on it. Last, but not least, my children's story "Tracker" which is about a bloodhound that can't leave the house without his yellow hat with a pink daisy on it, also resurfaced.
Point is: WDC is great therapy and wonderful release of stress.
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