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Monday, July 2, 2007
Why I Wrote the Legacy Series by Elena Dorothy Bowman
What prompted me to write The Legacy Series? Years ago my father used to take us kids to Good Harbor in Gloucester, Massachusetts. During the summer months, this was an every other weekend Sunday Special. At the time Good Harbor was not the most famous or sought after beach to go to — Wingaersheek was. Good Harbor didn't have paved roads leading up to it, but rough, unpaved, crunchy, dirt, roads that made an awful sound as rocks, disturbed by the wheels rolling over them, spun up and hit the side of the car when my father slowly drove across it to park. In fact all it had at the time was what one would consider an outhouse, and not a great one at that. Parking was free, and entrance to Good Harbor was come as you please and stay as long as you want. There were no lifeguards or concession stands on the beach. You were on your own. You ate what you brought with you or you went hungry. But, as Mom would have it, our picnic basket was one that was quite unusual. We didn't have sandwiches, hotdogs or hamburgers; Mom made a large pan of macaroni with fried zucchini, hard boiled eggs, mixed in and of course her great meatballs.

As it happens some people did venture onto Good Harbor, and in the course of the day my oldest brother, Bob, who was probably in his late teens at the time, would tell all the young girls he met that he lived in that house sitting on the cliff. When they asked if he would take them through it, he would say his parents were entertaining and wouldn't appreciate his bringing anyone in to visit. And his reason for being on the beach was to get away from his parents' friends. He would tell them, maybe the next time he could take them through the house, but not now. I, of course, was warned by my brother not to say a word. Naturally, he being the oldest, I didn't dare even though I wanted to, even threatened to, but knew better.

But I digress. The reason for the novel was that very house sitting on top of the rocks at Good Harbor overlooking the ocean. The house fascinated me. I can't recall ever seeing anyone in or around it. And it didn’t matter what time of the day or night, yes we stayed long after the sun went down and watched as the glow of the moon shone over the ocean, or what week it was. There were no visible signs of activity whatsoever. I began to fantasize about the house and who may have lived in it, and what mystery the house had hidden behind its walls.

From my vantage point there didn't appear to be any one going up to the house or coming away from it. And on some visits to the beach as I watched the clouds passing over this magnificent home, I began to wonder about it. Questions would form in my mind. Who actually owned the
house?Who were the people who lived, or may have lived there? What did they
do? Did something bad happen there and that's why it looks so lonely? I would make up all sorts of tales. I often wondered if they went away in the wintertime, like some people do, only to return later in the spring. Did anyone really live there now? Or is it an empty scary house and as mysterious inside as it appeared to be on the outside?

Throughout the years I continued to wonder about this magnificent home sitting on top of the rocks. It had been there as long as I could remember, but what about before that time? Why did it seem so majestic?

Were people actually living there now, or is it as empty as it looks? It certainly appeared so. If people are living there, where did they come from, and why is it that no one has seen them?

Well, that was the beginning of the reasons why I wrote this series; and even though the house itself is real, the location has been changed, but most of all my novel, The House On The Bluff, Book One in the Legacy Series, is really a figment of my imagination, which I carried on into
books two and three, The Gatekeeper's Realm and Adam's Point, respectively. I hope you are interested enough to buy the books and enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Thank you.

Elena Dorothy Bowman
Author of THE GATEKEEPER'S REALM

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