Yep. Call me a late bloomer. After nearly fifteen years of Bryan bugging me to write a book so he can retire in style, I've started a ghost story. Now I've written ghost stories before but not with this much spirit. ba dum dum.
Check back here for updates, I'm on chapter six of Beyond the Pale!
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There once was a woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many kids she had no clue what to do. So she used them all for a humor column and now she knows why she suddenly gottem.
Motherhood isn't for sissies---
Raising five wee daughters on the tippy top of a mountain in Virginia with my husband, I'm an Oregon transplant just trying to make it back home.
Writer, ghost hunter and the best little granola chef in the whole wide world, I'm trying to write the Great American Novel between Brownie permission slips and grocery lists. I once gave a cashier half a scene when I handed her a coupon. It was a toss-up which I needed more - coffee or if Esme would make it out alive. Coffee won.
Writer, ghost hunter and the best little granola chef in the whole wide world, I'm trying to write the Great American Novel between Brownie permission slips and grocery lists. I once gave a cashier half a scene when I handed her a coupon. It was a toss-up which I needed more - coffee or if Esme would make it out alive. Coffee won.
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