Describe your desk
I love my desk. It's heavy, old, and made of solid wood. ADHD keeps it from being all neat and organized, but I make an effort. My kids have spent hours here, playing games and doing homework assignments. They're not supposed to eat or drink while at my desk, but I have learned to choose my battles. Every nick, scratch, stain and scuff makes my desk my own. Nothing short of a fire could make me replace it. This is where I write.
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
Growing up in New England gave me an appreciation for the history of the area, especially the blend of cultures, the gorgeous changes of season, and my first love - the beach. I was fortunate to attend good schools, as well. My move to the South introduced me to a different, slower paced way of life. I have endured years of being labeled a "damn Yankee," being asked to speak s-l-o-w-l-y, and adapting to eating anything from a deep fryer. These and many more differences inspired me to write about being a transplant in the South. The material here is limitless. I do have to keep a low profile, in case the locals catch wind of my work, but I can outrun the best of them. Worst case scenario, I redirect their attention to something that is fighting for life beneath a puddle of gravy.
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