Deep South Stuff

While writing this book, I had to dig deep to try and picture living in a situation where you have access to…not much.  Food for instance.  In the Stamper’s situation, other than what they could grow, hunt, and kill or scavenge, this was the only


I’ve watched commercials on TV where they show one of those nice bathtubs you can step in, shut a door, and let it fill up, targeted towards the elderly, or perhaps individuals who have difficulty lifting their legs, or with balance issues, etc.  One particular


As kids, my brother and I always hated when our parents argued.  We’d want it to end quickly and without any long term sense of discord in the house.  My Dad was soft spoken, and I rarely heard him raise his voice.  Mom was more


Exposure to the natural elements is a big part of this story, so here’s a question.  In such a situation, (think of the show, NAKED AND AFRAID) which would you prefer, having to contend with the heat, or the cold?  I’ve had it both ways. 


I’ve already mentioned parts of THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET have some historic fact, and it was the flood in western North Carolina in 1940 that became the launch point for my story. A flood is something I’ve only recently become a little more intimately familiar


Years ago, my husband to be and I went on a hike in Doughton Park.  If you click on the link you’ll see a list of trails for the some thirty miles one can wander through, and never get lost.  (see what I did there?) 


I’m excited to share that in two weeks, on June 16th, I’ll once again start First Sentence Fridays as a way to introduce readers to my next book, THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET.  Just like with THE EDUCATION OF DIXIE DUPREE, once a week, I’ll post


Today’s the day! The Fall/Winter 2017 Buzz Books catalog published by Publisher’s Marketplace and featuring the top forty titles for the season is now available. What you want to know is this catalog contains the first chapter of my next book, THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET. 


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May

Encounters

Just a little story here… Out on my run the other day, I’m going along, head in the clouds so to speak. I’ve said it a bunch, when I’m running, I’m writing.  So, up one street, down another, zig through the graveyard, zag back out. 


It’s been a while since I wrote a post about…writing. The truth is, writers are never not writing, ya know?  Even when I’m not telling you I’m writing – I am. Lately I’ve been working on a new project, and I’ve hit the halfway mark. 


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