By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
Sis and I talk
every day, first thing in the morning, which for us is usually somewhere
between eight and nine. I am not an early morning person unless I have to be.
Of course, we always talk about our kids and our grandkids, and in her case,
her soon-to-be eight great-grands. Wow!
Another thing you
know about me is that this November, for the first time, I am participating in
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, the object of which is to get fifty-thousand
words written—a good start for a novel. I got a bit of a late start, but I’ve
managed to have somewhere around forty-thousand words in book two of my Charlotte
Graves series, when you add my NaNo words to my already-written words.
But, while I’ve
been writing a novel, many of you have been writing about things you are
thankful for. I’ve really enjoyed reading your posts. Among those of you doing
this is my niece, Shelly Foshee. She is my sister’s daughter-in-love. Shelly is
an amazing woman, one whom I wish all of you could know. She is daughter, wife,
mother, and now, Nana. Add to those, student, nurse, teacher, mentor, intercessor,
prayer-warrior. You get the picture. Busy.
