The Writer's View: Mechelle Morrison

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The Writer's View

My writing space is tucked into the corner of our living room. On the floor by my chair there’s a stack of books waiting to be read. Plainsong. Robert Kaplan’s Monsoon. A copy of The Idiot. How I Live Now. A lot of other books are there, too, most of which were given to me by people who swear I’ll love them—and it’s likely I will—I rarely meet a book I don’t like, though I’ll admit I like some more than others.

I have an old glass-topped wrought-iron side table where I keep a beaded lamp, a statue of a stylized bull from New Mexico, a vintage box of coasters from my mother-in-law’s estate and a fresh glass of water. (Water somehow manages to accompany me no matter where I am.)

A wicker shelf serves as my support staff. Dictionaries, books on writing (I love Stephen King’s A Memoir of the Craft), maps, notebooks, maybe fifty pens and pencils, current bills needing to be paid, (wait—my husband is supposed to take care of those!) sketches for a stop-motion-animation my daughter and I want to make and post on Youtube.

In front of me sits my laptop, which despite the surrounding distraction gets my full attention for at least two hours a day.

My writing space and the view outside my window are so entwined I can’t imagine one without the other. Living rural isn’t always easy, but it’s always beautiful, and beauty is inspiring. I love the critters who often wander into our yard from the woods. Deer. Squirrels. A little chipmunk we named Steve who keeps house under the porch. Countless yellow finches. I sat down one morning to see a huge owl perched on one of our garden rocks. One evening a bear wandered from the underbrush and made her way across the lawn. I’m glad bear don’t realize they could throw themselves through the windows with ease.

I don’t write as much as I would like to; I work a thirty-hour week, believe family time comes first, and love to cook. And sometimes, though I sit down to write with the best of intentions, a quick glance out my window turns into a fifteen minute day-dream. Good thing dreams are where my stories come from.

About the Author:

As a child, Mechelle filled her journals with someday-my-prince-will-come fantasies. Then one day her prince arrived, driving a silver Tundra, and they adopted a fine daughter. Life got busy—work, family, daily cooking—but she still spends her evenings giving voice to the stories inside her head. Only now, instead of locking them away, she publishes them.

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When her father drags her to a new life in Wyoming, Aspen Brand doesn’t expect to fall for a cowboy named Kyle Thacker—but she does. Aspen and Kyle share unexpected ground: guitar, running, physics. And guilt. Aspen blames herself for her mother’s car accident, while Kyle can’t find a way past his brother’s suicide.

On their first date they open up to each other, forging an unbreakable bond between them. But Kyle has spent two years living with a vicious secret—one his ex-girlfriend will do anything to protect—and sharing his truth with Aspen makes her a target. Now if Kyle is to be her love story, Aspen must first win the fight of her life.

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