Fiction Friday – The Greenhouse

My creator came from a place with four distinct seasons. She began working on me because she missed her old home. She moved here from a place where she could turn the garden in late February and have early peas growing by March.

A Boathouse – If these Walls Could Talk

7 Boathouse I spent my life on the shore of a lake. I had no floor, it would have been silly to put a floor in a boathouse. I can best describe myself by having you imagine a shed, a car port, stuck out over the water and someone would park, dock or tie up…… Continue reading A Boathouse – If these Walls Could Talk

What do I work on, Now?

It is time to dust off some of those projects in search of a seed, plotline, character or even a very rich scene that could become my next novel.