Thank you for hosting me and for your unique question regarding the view from inside and outside my writing space.
The view from inside my writing space is actually wherever I happen to be at the moment. I should probably be ashamed to admit this, but I don’t really have a dedicated writing office or room. After a career that required great organization and most of my mental, physical, and emotional energy, intense organization isn’t high on my list of desired conditions, hence my never having participated in NaNoWrMo - way too much organization involved! That isn’t to say that I lack discipline, however. I have completed three lengthy historical novels, two with publishing contracts, and I am working on a fourth, but I write in my own time and wherever I have alighted.
The Gulf of Mexico is my other outside view. We have some really big dunes right off the front deck and then nothing but water as far as the eye can see. There are prettier beaches elsewhere and certainly those that are far better known, but nothing beats the cozy feeling of being part of a tiny coastal village with an active shrimping fleet and oyster house. Best seafood there is and the best kept secret in Texas, maybe the nation!
About the Author:
As for my venture in writing, it has allowed me to reinvent myself. We humans are truly multifaceted creatures, but unfortunately we tend to sort and categorize each other into neat, easily understood packages that rarely reveal the whole person. Perhaps you, too, want to step out of the box in which you find yourself. I encourage you to look at the possibilities and imagine. Be filled with childlike wonder in your mental wanderings. Envision what might be, not simply what is. Let us never forget, all good fiction begins when someone says to herself or himself, "Let's pretend."
I reside in the Houston area with one sweet husband, one German Shorthaired Pointer who thinks she’s a little girl, and one striped yellow cat who knows she’s queen of the house.
Favorite quote regarding my professional passion: "History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up." Voltaire
Lake City, Florida, June, 1930: Al Capone checks in for an unusually long stay at the Blanche Hotel, a nice enough joint for an insignificant little whistle stop. The following night, young Jack Blevins witnesses a body being dumped heralding the summer of violence to come. One-by-one, people controlling county vice activities swing from KKK ropes. No moonshine distributor, gaming operator, or brothel madam, black or white, is safe from the Klan's self-righteous vigilantism. Jack's older sister Meg, a waitress at the Blanche, and her fiancé, a sheriff’s deputy, discover reasons to believe the lynchings are cover for a much larger ambition than simply ridding the county of vice. Someone, possibly backed by Capone, has secret plans for filling the voids created by the killings. But as the body count grows and crosses burn, they come to realize this knowledge may get all of them killed.
Gainesville, Florida, August, 2011: Liz Reams, an up and coming young academic specializing in the history of American crime, impulsively moves across the continent to follow a man who convinces her of his devotion yet refuses to say the three simple words I love you. Despite entreaties of friends and family, she is attracted to edginess and a certain type of glamour in her men, both living and historical. Her personal life is an emotional roller coaster, but her career options suddenly blossom beyond all expectation, creating a very different type of stress. To deal with it all, Liz loses herself in her professional passion, original research into the life and times of her favorite bad boy, Al Capone. What she discovers about 1930’s summer of violence, and herself in the process, leaves her reeling at first and then changed forever.
Buy the book at Amazon.