It was a dark and lonely time in my life when she came to me…a tiny girl on a ridge, lying on her belly, watching danger unfolding in the valley below. Listening. Her anticipation was so intense it hurt my lungs. Grasped tightly in her fingers were autumn grasses. She was barely breathing. Afraid to move.
I saw
her there each time I closed my eyes. She was waiting…
Each
night, night after night, as I lay down to sleep, she came to me. Afraid.
Excited. Alone. Always on her belly on an autumn ridge. Once I heard the
distant squeal of sirens. Once the thump of an approaching helicopter
reverberated through the ground beneath her chest.
There
came a night when I could stand it no longer. I needed to know who she was.
What she was doing on that ridge. What was happening in the valley below. I
flicked on the lights and made my way to my laptop. I had no one to meet in the morning, no one to
care if I was up all night. There was no one but me in that tiny cabin in the
forest, and it would only be me the next day…and the day after.
I
snuggled down on the sofa, pulled an afghan around me, and began to write the
young girl’s story.
Her name
was Katrina. In the valley below, was The Traz biker gang compound. Speeding in
from the highway was the tactical team. And off in the distance was a police
chopper…
Katrina’s
life unfolded, novel after novel after novel. And thus there came to be The
BackTracker series.
THE
TRAZ Book I also comes in a School
Edition because that young girl had much to teach.
Book II
FATAL ERROR soon to be released by Imajin
Books.
I'm so glad you were able to "discover" Katrina's story.
ReplyDeleteSo THAT'S what you look like! ;D I need to read this book. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies. I love what I'm doing.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I regret that Katrina no longer talks to me. I miss her. Perhaps she's too busy teaching and telling tales to all those young readers of THE TRAZ.
Now that her story's been published, in a very real way her voice will never be silenced.
BTW, Chynna, my author photos were done by Dave Brosha Photography. He worked magic...