As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"


Tension in Every Scene

"Shh." He came around the front of Duke, pausing to rub the horse's nose. He resumed his deliberate observation, this time beginning at her feet, pausing at her hips with his expression growing knowing when his gaze rested on her bosom briefly before standing in front of her, his attention on her lips.
"You are a lecherous man," Porsche accused.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are the lascivious vixen that hinted at more of my brand of 'doctoring' a few minutes ago. Do you know what you want?"
Porsche knew better than to tease him with her answer, but she owed him an answer. She wanted more of his kisses, but she didn't want him to take advantage of her. "Yes and no ."
The preceeding is the last bit written in my WIP today.
Natasaza Waters reminds me and many of her other author friends of this today.
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