In 2004, I was introduced to John Updike's writing through my friend, Henry Hotin. He suggested that I read "Brazil", and from the first page, I was addicted to Updike's written words. The descriptions of even a cloud in the sky, left me licking my fingers at their deliciousness.

I began to devour his books, page by page.

And then...I wrote to him to express my pleasure in finding him after all those years.  

Can you imagine my delight when he sent me a postcard, typed on his Underwood typewriter, even with errors, just to me? He let me know that my letter made his day, and that he felt less like he was dropping pebbles down a bottomless well. I was enamored with Mr. Updike.
He passed away at the age of 76, but his inspiration lives on in my heart.

I think it more than coincidence that I met Jeffrey Underwood, an author of the same initials, (and the same name as JU's typewriter!)who has such magnificent talent with his own pen to paper. Our little sharings at an online support group have brought us together with our most unique blend of talent.

Now working on our third book together, we hope to have many more additions to our family of books that we refer to as our 'babies'.

This letter as much written to John Updike, as it was addressed to Jeff Underwood was penned as my life in writing began. It's time to share it with you, now.

Dear JU,

How I have loved reading your words...Now you have given the gift of life to me.

And it was said, "Let the writing begin!", and so it has begun..

The little egg, now fertilized with inspiration has been planted in the womb of my notebook. A positive result. I am pregnant with this story, and while ecstatic at the knowledge of something growing inside me once again, I am feeling the pangs of anxiety, laced with a little morning sickness of 'Can I do this?'

No turning back. I will not abandon this little story. I will carry it out and give birth to it when it is time. Do I feel the heartbeat and the flutter of motion inside me already? Maybe not yet, but I am dreaming of the day when I can share that with you, put your hand on the belly of my growing word stash and say.."There, did you feel that?! It is moving! There really is life in there! Listen, put your ear there.. Hear the heartbeat!" Oh my! I am ready to experience it all.. The growth, the cravings, the worry, the pain..feel it all. Give birth naturally.

I need to go through this myself, but I will need a birthing coach. Will you be beside me and hold my hand, encourage me to breathe, and feed me ice chips? You have the words and experience to give me much wisdom. Please. I would love for you to be part of this with me. I am apprehensive of what I don't know, but I will learn.. And I am looking forward to every moment.

Yours,

Kate