Spring of 2000 And just like that, my whole world is burning. What’s left will look like a pile of ash before this is over with. The man I will love forever, is plunging headlong into a new life, with the last woman in this town he should be with. Me? I’m pregnant – making … Continue reading A Thousand Years – Prologue
I miss you today. I miss you often. Some days hit a little different though. Today it's the sound of your voice and how I feel when you look at me - in that way you do - that I'm missing. The way you look at me always knocks me a little off center. Mostly … Continue reading I Miss You Today
Recently, I wrote a post about how I use music to inspire me and keep me going when I'm writing. I thought I'd come back today and share a bit more about what inspires me to start writing a new novel or short story in the first place and how I begin getting the story … Continue reading Writing a Novel ~ Part Two
I'm not a great planner when it comes to writing. I'm an artist. I'd rather just follow whatever crazy trail my muse takes me down, as I write. But there are things that inspire me or keep me pressing ahead - though I'm not a huge fan of planning (we're called seat of the pants … Continue reading Writing a Novel ~ Part One
The weather turned a little corner and so did the light. The golden light of autumn is almost enough to convince me that all is right with the world. It gives me a little hope. When we met, I never dreamed what you would mean to me. Knowing you is like knowing another part of … Continue reading The Autumn Light
Photo by: Mike Bifulco Birdie The day everything made sense again, the sweat dripped down my shirt, pooling between my breasts and running down my back. I longed for a swift and harsh southern thunderstorm to rip through town, cooling everything in its wake – including me. But I’m not that lucky. Standing in the … Continue reading A Thousand Years
“My love for you is strong Lord it brings me to my knees It was born in the wild” - Ryan Adams It is untamed. Wild and unplanned. I wake deep in thought, recalling the mornings in the Redwoods - the air cold and damp. There was nothing around but the untouched forest. Standing there, … Continue reading Wild Things
Photo by Ashley Knedler Here's another excerpt of my novel about Lacey Mays. You can find the first excerpt, here. You can find my other fiction, here. 2015 Whoever said you can’t go home again, forgot to pass that message on to Declan Jones. He called Lacey Mays three days ago. Scarlett Montgomery James, her … Continue reading Fiction Series ~ Lacey #2
When Lacey Mays was five-years old, just days before she started Kindergarten, her father killed himself. If anyone in the county had been asked, they would have said it was only a matter of time that either Bob or Donna Mays would have ended up dead. They fed more than one of each other’s addictions … Continue reading Lacey Mays
I am made of salt and sand and the deep jade green of the Atlantic. The salt air courses through my veins. This place, these waves, the sea glass and shells with rounded edges, beaten constantly in the surf, are the pieces and places of my very soul. The heady scent of the ocean air … Continue reading Sea Glass Hearts
