I’ve dedicated An Act of Frustration to the memory of Anne B. Kraege. Anne was one of the most effervescent persons I’ve known – a witty, sparkling, light-up-the-room type of person who everyone enjoyed immensely. She died in 2014 at the much too young age of 66. Anne’s life was devoted to serving others and she was a dear friend to me and many, many others. To place the needs of others ahead of oneself is something I admire in all persons who do it.
When I wrote Knuckleball, Anne was among the first to read it and react to me. Her unsolicited email – which I still have – said, in part, “I have just closed the book on one great life lived! So surprised at the ending – but it was beautiful.” “…the book is so YOU – outlook, values, beliefs, honesty, morals…” ”…It was a wonderful walk down a thoroughly researched memory lane with solid life-following principles woven in the pages! Your attention to detail is impressive – great job!”
To touch Anne and others with a fictional story that brought out emotion is one of the greatest rewards a writer can have. Knuckleball did that for many readers. Two stated they were changing their lives because of what they’d read. I think one of their comments is still on the Knuckleball site on amazon.com. But Anne’s early words following publication led me to believe I could or should write another story and about another small-town resident. I’ve done that with An Act of Frustration. I hope you enjoy it.