We were watching a wonderful, long documentary (which shall remain nameless) and we both had an idea for a book, and it was nearly the same idea. A finely spun plot just dawned on us, and characters came spilling out that our other decided-upon project was promptly shelved. I broke out the laptop and we stayed up 'til the wee hours of the morn with that first flood of writer inspiration. *sigh of contentment*

I have typed in a rather fanatic fashion and am amazed how easily this story is appearing on the pages; even more surprising is how much I like it and the direction it is going. Most surprising though, is when I break off to read a large section to the Editor, he likes it as well.

Chapter Three is nearly complete, which is pretty good time considering we began the project merely four days ago. The chapters are long, being replete with historical fact and descriptions. This is really my first foray into a historical romance and I am determined to make it as accurate as possible. The cultural inferences especially are complicated but fun to work through.

At this rate we'll have a new, lengthy novel up on the website inside of two months. Though I am partial to my first novel, Draw Me a Picture, I believe this one is an even better story and will exceed the first in popularity.

Here's a toast to inspiration and charming, steady editors.

Meredith Greene

Belator Books

http://www.belatorbooks.com

It was given to my husband and I just after we arrived back from our honeymoon; when we walked through the door of our apartment, it was sitting there with all our wedding gifts piled on top. Having no couch of our own, we were delighted with the unexpected surprise. The cushions, being well-used and rather garish in material, were covered over with a fluffy spare feather-bed and a linen duvet. Though it is most favored by myself, my man finds himself napping on it once in awhile. If any in the family is feeling ill they snuggle into it's fluffy depths for comfort.

Besides it's appeal as a pleasant piece of furniture, this couch is an unusual source of creative inspiration. This is no common bit of wood and cloth in my living room but a stalwart sailor, both experienced and sage. My great uncle was a sailing enthusiast and lived in Hawaii and Australia, sometimes simultaneously. The open sea was to him more home than anyplace else, especially in his latter years. He was so partial to this couch that he maneuvered it into the hull of his 40-foot yacht and took it with him each time he embarked; with it tagging along, he stopping at many of the ports most folks only can read about. Sailing along with the sunburnt, white-haired adventurer, this couch of mine has been around the globe four times in all. Often my great uncle would wrestle it up onto the deck under the shade of a looped length of sail just so he could nap in comfort. Thusly, the couch sat in the air of many exotic places, soaking in salty air and spices, fresh breezes and humid, fragrant zephyrs.

I was understandably pleased to get this piece of furniture from my cousins (now gown with couches of their own) and have cared for it well; it has graced the living room of every apartment we've lived in as well as our house. My children babbled and played on it as babies, used it for stability as they toddled around on uncertain legs and jumped off it as they grew older. Now we crowd onto it to watch a documentary or use it as a 'parliament bench' when having our family meetings.

During the day, once all my work is mostly done (snickering at 'done') I take up my trusty laptop and sink into the deep depths of the couch, with a sigh. Just sitting on it makes one reflect upon the scenes it has witnessed; the places I hear of or read about are all the more real knowing the couch has actually been there. I do not know why or how to explain it but when I am seated upon this particular couch, reclined back and typing away, ideas flow far better and with more literary flavor than in any other place I have ever written. A couch which inspires is rare indeed and it shall be in our family a good, long while. Whichever of our children whom marries and leaves our home first will most likely get the couch, if I can be persuaded to part with it.

Until then, back to typing.

Meredith Greene
Belator Books
http://www.belatorbooks.com