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Admission: One day last year I decided to quit writing. I was feeling tired and discouraged. I didn’t have a next story planned after The Crazy One and no ideas were coming. 

That night I was relieved to get to do what non-writers do. I watched TV and surfed the Internet. Somehow I ended up down a rabbit hole. I stumbled onto the book you see below—a pregnancy book written by a doctor in 1949. 


As a writer’s brain does, mine quickly crafted a story. I ordered the book from Ebay and read  it cover to cover. Then I drafted The Needleworker’s Baby. I was a writer again.