Sometimes the story I’m writing takes a little detour or two as the story unfolds. One of the main characters in the novel comes from an area of southern California that is only 50 miles or so from the Mexican border, but this character’s mother (Anna Martinez) was born and raised on the border between Washington and Idaho. She is a member of the Couer D’ Alene tribe and left her Native American home and heritage after World War II to find a job just east of San Diego. Along the way, she changed her name, fell in love, and found her future. A future she never expected. Me either. Favorite sentences from today: The train seemed to skate along the rails as it made it’s way through the northern part of the California, and sometime after midnight, he felt Anna stirring next to him. The two had become used to the feel of one another and the warm silence brought comfort to them both.
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