Stories of Faith, Hope, and Love
Why just write a Regency Romance when you can also add a mystery? How many (believable) ways are there to die in Regency England? Well, in order to set up the plot situations for The Lost Heir, I had to kill off a lot of fictional people. And it all started with an Earl and his three sons. From my research (plus every book I’ve read set in the same era!), the firstborn son–the heir–would be
Once upon a time, I had a vivid dream and woke up embroiled in a medieval-ish time period. The scarred heroine in my dream lived on the outskirts of a kingdom and worked in a pub-type place where weary travelers could stop for a meal, spend the night, and share the gossip with the villagers. Everyone was talking about a neighboring prince coming to their kingdom to claim a bride. But something strange was going
Spring is my favorite time of year, because green = growth. Once upon a time, I started a blog…because everyone said that to be an author you had to have one. My earliest posts were all about my journey toward publication and included metaphors such as detours and foggy weather and pit stops. Of course, I also included applications toward raising a child with special needs and living with a chronic illness because those were
Once upon a time, my parents owned a hobby farm complete with a large garden, a few cows, a solar-heated hydroponics vegetable grow building with tilapia in tanks, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Plus a mean rooster. Whenever they’d go on a trip, they’d hire one of my boys or I to do their chores. Which led to a bunch of “fun” memories like the day the mama cow got out and while she
Once upon a time, my dad taught photography to high school students. And while he never had enough money on his pastor’s salary to afford the best equipment, I do remember him spinning dials and talking about stuff like shutter speeds, apertures, and focus until my eyes started to glaze over. When I was fleshing out the secondary characters at The Wardrobe Dinner Theater, I knew that Dani’s roommate Liz had a photography hobby and
Once upon a time, I used to dance around in my bedroom. Okay, I was in elementary school. And I had a four-poster-canopy bed with yellow (why?? I hate yellow!) bedding crammed into my small room in our trailer house. And since we lived up in the mountains at the time, about the only music I could get on the radio was the classical station. But just imagine a girl with romantic daydreams spinning oh-so-gracefully