Several years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I took a week off from work and flew to St Martin in the Caribbean to consider my options. One option, my doctor explained, was to do nothing––skip the operations and endless treatments and accept an early death.
I stayed at a French resort on one end of Orient Beach. That first morning, I woke early to walk the mile-long beach and think. The result was a journey of self-discovery and a novel called Orient Beach.
Today, I’m writing about that journey and how that novel came to be on the Suite T blog for authors at Southern Writers Magazine. Swing by and join the conversation.