What’s on your desk?

This is an example of what sits on my desk. I’d show you the rest of my desk but the big stack of papers and overall mess may frighten you. I’m not that tidy. All I need when I’m working is a place to type, a comfortable chair and some cool things to look at.  Read more →

Diners = Heaven

I love diners. It’s that feel of nostalgia they give you, like you’re stepping back in time sitting in a booth across from your honey sharing the same milkshake. There’s so much to love from the red glittery booths and bar stools, to the black and white checkered floors, and of course, the juke box that plays nothing but old tunes. I recently found this gem in Franklin, NC. Read more →

Summer, Summer, Summertime

Okay, that’s an old song, but I love it. (80’s enthusiasts, you should get that Will Smith reference – before he became a big movie star). I’m like a giddy little kid during the summer. I love traipsing around in my old flip flops, wearing tank tops and cut off shorts, and sipping on iced tea. It’s the time to be casual, to relax, to embrace the heat. It’s my time to take a long walk in the early part of morning, or sit outside at night and watch the fireflies light up my backyard.

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What Inspires Me…

A host of things inspire me when I write: music; people; places; art; sounds; smells; drives on two-lane country roads. I can hear a tune and instantly be inspired to write a chapter of dialogue between two characters. When I hear music, I make up a scene and place it to a specific character. In my world, each and every character has their own music. Music is such an integral part of my life – it should be important for my characters, too.

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Earl Grey Tea with Honey and Cream Please

If I were only allowed one hot liquid the rest of my life it would be Earl Grey tea with honey and cream. I get a lot of odd looks from people when I add the white stuff to my tea, but I can’t imagine drinking it any other way. When I was growing up, my mother would make hot tea with one cup of sugar and a lot of evaporated milk (we all have a sweet tooth in my family). I remember drinking the sweet, hot liquid – the taste of sugar lingering in my mouth. When I needed comforting, she made the tea and we would drink it together in solidarity.

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