My husband died.Time froze.Writing stopped.During one sleepless night, I picked up Waterborn and started reading. I cringed a few times. Cried a few times. Then the next thing I knew I had my computer out and the Waterborn files open and found myself changing words here, deleting words there, cause you know, it was my first book, and I have learned a thing or two. It ended up being a much-needed distraction, so I went on to the next book, and then the next. In a knee-jerk reaction, I unpublis...