Here We Go! First Sentence Fridays!
When I set out to write this story, I knew I wanted it to take place in one of my favorite spots to visit, the Appalachian region of North Carolina. This area is stunningly beautiful and it takes my breath whenever I stand at one of the many lookout areas and gaze over those bluish, smoky vistas.
This is an area rich and full of interesting material, not only from the history, but with regard to the lifestyle, customs, and the landscape. I’m certain THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET won’t be the last book I write using this rugged, beautiful place as my backdrop.
Speaking of the history there, there is a bit of historical fact in this story. For instance, more than once, back to back hurricanes have swept over the western part of my state. This happened in 1916, 1940 and more recently, in 2005. You can imagine what that sort of weather can do in such an area as this. As a writer, imagine how excited I was when I landed on that and thought, hm. What if?
I also researched various other facts as I went along, from what was available (food products) to the way of life during that time, to clothing, and even the way a cabin is built. During all of this, I read many times about the sturdy, strong people inhabiting the area, about those who settled there and the generations who came after. They are a tough, hardy breed of people, and they had to be, as you will soon see.
Stampers Creek, North Carolina, 1940
Whenever I hear the birth stories Momma repeats on our special day, I can’t help but think of Laci, how she ended up.