Beatrice of Saddle Hope
I am a writer, have been since I was a little girl. Sometimes a story works its way into my heart and I can't get it out. I have to write it or feel the words swelling inside my stomach, pushing their way out of my throat and my head and my fingertips. It's like magic. Once upon a time, I wanted writing to be my profession. But most people don't make a living writing, so the Lord and I have been talking, and we've decided that I will always write, but not necessarily as a career. So I have been thinking about using my blog to share some of my stories, too, not just my thoughts. If you're curious, read on. This isn't the whole story, just the beginning. The rest will come later, but let me know what you think, anyway! :) Beatrice of Saddle Hope © Saddle Hope, North Carolina, 1965 I knowed Miss Beatie from the time she was five years old. She used to ‘scape the big house and run through the field...