My name is Stephen Winn and I want to say thanks to you for stopping by my blog. Please feel free to leave a comment on this site or on my website at: www.stephenwinn.com
Since this is the introduction to my blog, I have to give credit where it's due. The idea to do this project came from my daughter Andrea. She didn't tell me about her blog, but I found out about it from my sister, Pat, who heard about it from another family member. That's how things go sometimes. I had a look at Andrea's setup and was impressed, so I started thinking about starting my own. Meanwhile, Writer's Digest kept reminding me in several emails that it's a good idea for a writer to start a blog, so that settled it!
I plan to use this format to discuss matters relating to the murder mystery fiction novels I write and ideas I have about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that I think will be of value to others. If something I write about has value for you in some way, then I have succeeded in achieving at least one of my many objectives.
I certainly hope you enjoy your visit here at my blog and at my website, and come back often. Oh, and please take a moment or two to tell me what you think of my articles, or share one of your own experiences.
Thanks again for your visit,
Stephen
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