So, my first written novel, For The Love of Jenny, is still bound in two, blue, 3-inch binders, printed on fading, discolored computer paper of years ago. If I open them up, I would marvel at and ask myself if I actually wrote this thing of beauty. I’ll naturally start enjoying and editing it. But what I’ve discovered is that my characters are quite alive in every romance novel I write. They are the deep well from which I draw all that springs forth from me.

In early 2012, after much encouragement from friends and co-workers I finally released Love Has No Color. It was never meant to be a trilogy. I knew I was in trouble when after hundreds of pages [double-spaced] the story wasn’t finished. At that time I was bound by their love and my only goal was that they’d be together. I found what I thought was the right spot and split the manuscript into two. Hence, Part One and Part Two. The story is built around Nanzee Johnson, an African American student who becomes enamored with a rather attractive and successful caucasian man, Basil Barden. I have already written the book – it is there for you to discover.

By the end of 2012 Love has No Color Part Two: An Immeasurable Love was the Eve carved out of Part One, the Adam. I received loads of accolades from those who supported me. I accepted them, but I knew the story was not finished. I missed my characters so badly it was tearing me apart.  But I didn’t cry as much as I did over For The Love of Jenny. I suppose I had grown up enough to hide my pain. I received a call from my childhood friend, Delcina, who said, “Edna, you’ve got to write another one!” I knew that, and so I did. Hence, I had an audience waiting for the third book. They were impatient and surprisingly, I didn’t feel the need to run like hell for the hills; neither did I allow the thought that I couldn’t do it. It was a challenge. I took the dare, I could do this. And yes, I did. I strove to have it done by 2013, but with all the pitfalls, Love Has No Color Part Three was published in 2014. My ‘peoples’ loved it! Oh yes, me, too. I felt strong; I am woman, I can do anything, I thought.

I went on writing and in 2015, produced a pretty little book called What Is This Thing Called Love which was reprinted in 2017 by Bookstand Publishing. This would be followed by The Passerby currently under reconstruction. The answer to what made me write, then, is acceptance of an awesome gift straight from the one who has gifts to give. I have no choice but to show my heavenly Father my appreciation. I recall asking Him to, ‘Let me be known as a writer.’ I didn’t have the intelligence to ask for some money with that title. It is said We know not what to pray for. Fortunately, He still takes care of fools and babes. Next time, then…