I sent my second book in the Mermaid Underground series off to my editor today! It’s rough–rougher than I would have liked, but sometimes you just need to take your…
I am certain she cannot see my eye at the peephole, a wisp of cool breeze comes through
No sign, no invitation or explanation save this mown path through the tall grasses and brambles.
We stayed in a discount hotel room near the interstate, where we drank Biltmore wine and ate Mexican ground chocolate–curiously sandy-seeming–and visited Biltmore Estate.
Occasionally he brings up a pretty, showing its sparkle to me in the dead of night or while I drive my kids home from school.