A Scene from St. Crispian’s “Benjamin Chambers was lucky to be alive. "He knew this. "When he woke each morning, he was even grateful, pulling himself up to the side of the bed, the muscles of his forearms now accustomed to his weight, hands gripping the edge, head bent. He uttered his brief prayer—thank you—and breathed as deep as he could manage. But by nine o’clock in the morning, it was his prerogative to curse a good many things, his existence being one of them. He often did. Today was no exception.”
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Like many of my siblings, I would sneak out of bed, slip into the hallway, and pull my favorite books from the book closet. I read my way through the bottom shelf, then the next shelf up, and the shelf above that, until I could climb to the very top shelf, stacked two layers deep and two layers high, and read the titles of the classics. My desire to create stories grew as I was learning to read them. Subsequently, I spent my time scribbling in notebooks rather than listening to math lectures at school. I graduated with a degree in literary studies, and have spent several years working on the novels that keep pounding on the doors of my mind, as none of my characters are very patient to wait their turn. I currently live in Orem, Utah, with my wonderful chemist husband, and books in every room of the house.
