Roger M. Woodbury is a Maine based writer. He describes his writing as "realistic". He tries to draw clear pictures of the settings that actions take place, make the characters come to life and make readers think, 'Yeah, I think I know someone like that!'". But never ever does he want to write fantasy or make believe super characters: his characters are real people working on real problems using their skills, sometimes training, and sometimes sheer luck to solve problems that might be impossible to others and totally unexpected to them.
He lives in the mid-coast area with his wife and four shelter-rescue cats.
Describe your desk
My desk is an odd shaped thing. Initially, it began life as a computer work station that I designed and had built almost twenty years ago. That portion of it sits at an angle to the door of my study. It is painted a very dull, gray and is the top and keyboard tray are covered with a rather attractive gray laminate. Just below where my left hand sits when I type is a notch about 1/2 X 3/4 inches that got knocked out of the laminate years ago. I call it a "war wound"!
Because I took over this room as my study several years ago, and I needed more space than just this workstation, I added on to it. To the left of where I sit is one of the east facing windows looking out onto the side yard. There are two identical windows that are separated by a large bump in the wall which concealed the old chimney rising up from the basement and goes up through the roof. I cut from a large sheet of heavy plywood an addition that conforms to the desk angle and extends to the wall covering the chimney, then back along my left side as a large "return". I can now swivel my chair to the left where I have a large work space for making notes, or placing books or other research documents, then immediately swivel about 1/3 turn to the right and return to typing. The new surface is painted a hard-surface, moderately glossy white.
Oh, yes, the addition to my desk doesn't meet the window at all. In front of the window is a shelf covered with old carpeting that is a sunny place for my writing Partner to spend his mornings. His name is Opus and he's an eight year old Maine Coon Cat. It is significant to mention here that he has lots and lots of toes....seven on his right front and rear paws, and six on the left. One would almost think that might make him a terrific typist, which it probably does. The problem is that even with a spell checker, his work comes out poorly!
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I grew up in a nice town about eighteen miles west of Boston. Both my mother and father were teachers and I remember both of them reading to me when I was a child. They encouraged me every step of the way, and encouraged me to be interested in everything and tell them not only what I saw and did, but what I imagined I saw and did, which is probably the chief reason I was drawn early to writing.
Adriana Barrows returns on an intelligence mission to Pakistan. When the mission fails she returns to Maine and eventually the Narrator/lover helps her to recover from not only her physical, but her post traumatic injuries as well. The discovery of local drug trafficking engages the couple. They watch the events of 911 in horror and Adriana is recalled. There are signs of grave danger left behind.
Intrigue, danger, romance on the Maine coast! He enjoys early morning drives near Acadia National Park. One morning he stops to assist a beautiful woman who has car trouble. She's mysterious and beautiful but her exotic background proves to be not so far in the past. Now, he relearns a bitter lesson from his past: that as in the fog of war, when things seem too good to be true, they probably are.