THE SOUL MUST SPEAK, AND LONGS TO BE HEARD
I'm not writing a word of fiction these days, and it feels just fine. From ancient times, farmers have rotated crops, planted one but let another lie fallow for a season so the depleted soil can rest and replenish. For years I worked on WHERE THE LAKE BECOMES THE RIVER, my first novel, and Read More
The room is cavernous and dark beyond the hyper-brightly lit stage set of Read More
Hosts Audrey and Paul made me welcome. We had an enjoyable hour discussing writing, Where the Lake Becomes the River, publishing, the creative process, and immortality.
Of the questions that were asked, Read More
The book starts in a "present" wherein the heroine, Parrish, Read More