When I’m not at my full time job at the steel mill, I’m tapping away on my laptop, recording my daydreams of sexy Highlanders and the headstrong women who drive them crazy.
I also think of myself as a “watcher”. I live in the middle of a five acre wood in Kentucky, sharing the clearing where our house sits with deer, raccoons, possums, wild turkeys and even a groundhog. Did you know they’re also called whistle pigs? I discovered why when Jasper startled Hamish McGroundhog. Hamish whistled the alarm and startled everybody.
My sweet friend Jasper has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge but I know in my heart he still watches over me. He’s my four-legged guardian angel.
I also enjoy people-watching—you know, kind of floating along the edge of a crowd and observing how folks go about their day. All this watching feeds into my stories so take care, you never know when a writer might be watching.