Writing is sharing my dreams and nightmares!

I am really not a writer; I share my dreams and nightmares.  Some you will like, and some you will hate a little, but I hope my honesty helps you feel connected and understood in your own experiences.

Much of the blame belongs to the lovely retired teacher, Mrs. Additon, who lived at the end of the road, before I entered the bus for a ride to school.  She liked me and shared her beloved hardback books. We discussed the contents of each one after I read them. I was a voracious reader then, and as I read them, I became drawn into the love of adventure contained within those magical pages. She insisted that I protect her treasures with the same care and love she held for them, which made me feel valued and inspired to cherish those meaningful connections.

She opened up a wonderful world to me. She saved me from feeling sorry for myself while living on our little farm and attending the two-room schoolhouse.  She made me believe that there could be great things in store for me.

I may not have achieved the many great things she dreamed for me, but what I did achieve is a lifelong love of adventure and knowledge that are hidden in those pages of books. And the wonderful thing is that they are waiting patiently for you to discover, at the libraries, and it’s all free, unless you forget the due date.

Any time I found between chores and schoolwork was spent writing short stories in my trusty notebook. Until I finally got to High School, no one was interested or aware of them. My sophomore English teacher was different! He required five handwritten pages (computers had not been a household item) every week. We could copy from a book if we noted which book.

I chose to share a story, and most times I filled the five pages and had to write ‘Continued next week. ‘It drove him crazy, at least he said it did. He was one of the people who told me, “Do something about your writing!

I am a little late to the game, but I have over 20 books published. I think I tell a good story, and I either like or hate my characters, and when they have to die, I sometimes cry a little.

Will tell you more about my writing journey later; now it is time for a small commercial.  My books are available at your favorite booksellers, including Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Everand, Smashwords, Tolino OverDrive, bibliotheca, Baker & Taylor, BorrowBox, Hoopla, Vivlio, Palace Marketplace, Odilo, Gardners, and Amazon.

They are available in paperback from my bookstore Books.by/brendacolbath They are shipped free or for $5. Worldwide. They are also available as eBooks and in paperback on my website at www.brendacolbathbooks.com.

And soon they will be available in eBook for from many Book Stores!

Here is a partial list:

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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