The Sequel and Author

How could there be a sequel? Where could she go from there? A difficult journey by sea and
land couldn't take her away from the suddenness of Stradella's appearance and disappearance.
Nothing could console her except believing her incredible moments with him always would...

I grew up in Western New York State, often a million miles away in my imagination though never far
from "pen and paper". My determination to travel to England resulted in spending part of my junior
year of college and the next sixteen years in a quaint Oxfordshire village where time only seemed to
stand still, studying, marrying, working and disappearing to life as my peers back in the States knew
it. I eventually returned to a lovely refuge near my home town, letting go of some dreams but holding
onto others - most devotedly to writing as I knew I could, for the poetry of words and stories that
otherwise I could never tell, living the artistic life like a secret I would keep forever, working at my
craft as necessarily as whatever "day" job I had. A leisurely smile and song here and there may've
distracted my effort, only to lead me back to the singleness of my purpose. My writing has always
been the voice of my existence - music's oldest melodies, history's mysteries, the heart's perplexities
and the soul's insistence encouraging it to step to the stage and sing.

She had stolen more than moments, but it seemed
she was entitled to those sheets of music no one
else would miss for what wasn't noted on them.
Wroxton was a damp place, and in only a few
weeks such treasure was threatened...