I was driving down Interstate 5 with this scene playing in front of my eyes. I knew it wasn’t real. I knew there really wasn’t a grove of trees or a high priestess on the hood of my car. But it seemed real. I called my best friend with my Bluetooth firmly ensconced in my ear, describing the scene as it unfolded and speeding down the road to an appointment.
For an intense five months the heroines in my stories appeared. I saw them, heard their voices and felt their joy and their fear. I watched them interact with each other, listened to their inner most thoughts and was privy to each of their dreams.
