I Ain't Said Nothin' But A Word...

I don’t live in your typical small, Southern town. In fact, this small town is quite extraordinary. With a population of some 24,000 persons, it has one of the highest concentrations of residents who are nationally known authors, including Hal Crother, Annie Dillard, Jaki Shelton Green, Allan Gurganus, Randall Kenan, Zelda Lockhart, Michael Malone, Frances Mayes, the late Doug Marlette, Anna Jean Mayhew, Jill McCorkle, David Payne, and Lee Smith, to name a few. On any given day you might find renowned politicians catching a ball game down at the local pub while throwing back a few brews, and I won’t even begin to list the award-winning, nationally celebrated musicians and artists who have hailed from this town and walk the downtown area on a daily basis. The area has been a political and cultural center since forever and it remains so today, with many activities celebrating the arts and history being held almost daily. This town challenges my creativity and I love everything about it.

So, I've got good news and I've got bad news. The bad news first: Stallion Heat , has officially been lost in editorial hell. Not really, but because of scheduling beyond my control, brother Matthew Stallion's story will not be released until May 2012. Aargh! For all you Stallion Brother fans, I wish it were sooner but some things, this thing, is completely out of my hands. Sorry! The GOOD news: Stallion Heat is out of this world, a great read, and will definitely be worth the wait. As well, there is another Stallion story coming. The Stallion family is just coming out of the woodworks and this Stallion kin (HINT: A SISTER!) will bring some serious drama to that Dallas clan. And more GOOD news! Coming in October, I'll be featured in the holiday novella, All I Want Is You , with author Kayla Perrin. That will be two HOT stories, from two HOT authors, to kick off your holiday reading! And last, but definitely not least, Rested Waters , my first literary work is off and

I am sometimes in awe of how a story comes to me. Many, many, many years ago a story unfolded within the depths of a very dark and haunting dream. I can still remember the child who spoke to me in that dream, admonishing me to witness the details of that story through her eyes. I can still hear her innocent voice, calling for me. Calling for me to be her storyteller. When I awoke and laid pen to paper I was a bit daunted by how easily the words flowed. It was as if something else was guiding my hand, intent on my telling each and every vivid detail. Fast forward almost fifteen years and that story has since placed favorably in three writing competitions, one of which was judged by renowned author Edwidge Danicat. And despite its many accolades and favorable critiques, the publishing houses didn’t feel there was an audience for such a tale. Although I was told that traditional publishing was not an option and I was admonished to write other things, I remained intent on seein