I don't remember when I first knew about my heroine, Hildegarde of Bingen, but it seems as if she's been lurking on the edges of my life forever. Perhaps I met her in the pages of a book my grandmother owned. Gran had many books, and I spent hours as a child, lying on her rough sisal carpet, dipping into their treasure.
I can't pin down just where Hildegarde appeared from, but there she is, dressed in her wimple and robe. I can see her quite clearly in my mind's eye. Maybe it seems strange for me to have a heroine who lived just over 900 years ago. She wouldn't recognize anything about my life. In fact, she'd probably curse me as a witch if she saw me making words this easily on a screen.
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By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the Huffington Post people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.