A few years ago, I told my husband about a dream in which an ordinary citizen overhears what she believes to be a threat to America. She was unsure of all that had been said because most of the conversation was in Arabic. The tone of the conversation, and the fact they argued about jihad, convinced her that she should contact authorities. After she reported the incident, she was informed the FBI had a serum that would enable her to recall the entire overheard conversation even in a language she didn't speak. Soon the terrorists discover her identity and threaten to kill her. When the FBI request her assistance, she steps up and risks everything to help stop the attack.
My husband encouraged me, as always, to write down my dream. This time he was a little more insistent. At this point, a lot had changed in our lives and I actually had time to write. His encouargement reignited my desire to write. So I secretly began to write The Third Threat. (It actually went through several titles before I settled on Threat.)
Before revealing to anyone that I started to write Threat, I wanted to see if I had the discipline to write a novel. I decided if I was ever going to pursue my passion I needed to take that first step now. I had no plans to tell anyone of this endeavor until I was finished.
But life seldom happens like you plan.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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