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I thought writing about my writing space would be easy. Look to my left. Look to my right. Write what I see. Right? Easier said than done. I can look to my right and see the pot plant there, but not much way to make a pot plant interesting.
I can look to my left into the kitchen and see the left-over cookies from last night’s party. They seem to have some mystical powers. I think they’re calling my name and chanting…eat me, eat me, eat me.
If I look straight ahead and slightly to my left, I have an odd sort of bookshelf. It’s the front of an old chest of drawers which I mounted on the wall and filled with things I love. I have character quotes from LAID OUT AND CANDLE IT and YOU’RE BUSTING MY NUPTIALS. Some of those good old Texas sayings such as: I feel like I’ve been ironing all day in high heels and no brassiere. Man, some days I feel like that, but the saying makes me laugh and since I write humor, I need inspiration.
I have framed covers of my books. I have a couple of awards. There are two crazy looking women/dolls which I talk to from time to time. I have a sign that says laugh. It’s a constant reminder of what I’m trying to accomplish. I have books from authors who have been speakers at our yearly conferences, some NYT best sellers. It never hurts to rub elbows with greatness.
I can’t write about being messy, because I’m not. I’m organized. I have a gazillion files. I have a dozen lists. I keep a weekly calendar. I keep notebooks of all sorts of things. Quotes. Names. Story ideas. You’d think with all my organization, I’d be able to find what I’m looking for, but most days, I can’t. Go figure.
I love my writing space. I’ve posted a picture. If you look closely, you’ll see me on the computer screen.
The view outside my window was taken a couple of years ago when Texas had a rare snow storm that dumped eight inches of snow and stayed on the ground for three days. That is unheard of in the Lone Star State. We usually get a light covering and it’s gone by the next day. At least that’s how it is in East Texas. When I lived in West Texas, we got lots of snow and it lasted for days. I loved it, because I love winter time. I can wear my fat clothes. Plus, I don’t have to keep my legs shaved or my toenails polished!
About the Author:
Creator of the White Trash Facelift, halter tops, and beer bling bracelets, Ann embraces her small town upbringing and thinks Texans are the funniest people on earth.
She’s an award winning author and active member of Northeast Texas Writers’ Organization where she serves as director of their twenty-seventh annual writers’ conference.
When Ann’s not writing, she spends her days listening in on people’s conversations at the local Wal-Mart, beauty shop, Dollar Store, and numerous other gathering spots. She draws from that research to pen her romantic comedies, full of southern sass and Texas twang.
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After almost five years, widow and single mother, Tizzy Donovan finally met the man of her dreams in Texas Ranger Ridge Cooper. But when he fails to show up for their wedding, she’s determined to find out why.
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After a car chase and gun fight, head-strong Tizzy is more committed than ever to claim her happily-ever-after. All she needs is a séance with an old witch and a little help from Positive Jesus.