Betty Bolté

I am still wondering where this year has flown off to, even as I prepare to roast a turkey and mash potatoes for dinner tomorrow. I remember how time dragged on when I was a child. The summer seemed like it would never end! Now the weeks roll by like ocean waves.

As the holidays crash down upon me, I find myself pausing to consider what I have to be thankful for. Let's see... My loving, supportive husband who encourages me in all my endeavors. My two caring, conscientious kids. My loving Dad, even if I don't always understand him. Hugs Dad! A steady paying job in these tumultous times, despite my longing to be home writing!

Speaking of which, my research continues on life during the 1780s in South Carolina. It's fascinating reading about how women handled the challenges and stresses of wartime in the colonies. I hope to start outlining the first of the series of stories over the Christmas break. A working title hasn't made itself known to me yet, but that will come as I start putting words on paper (or screen, as the case may be).

I hope you and yours have a wonderful, loving, and memorable holiday season!

Kind regards,
Betty