The first time my oldest son forgot his viola in the Seattle metro bus, I saw how much distress a musician felt at being separated from their instrument and it gave me the spark of inspiration for this story (the viola was found, lost again and found again, thank goodness!)
It took me six romance novels to finally write a Scottish hero. I’m married to a Scotsman, you see, and it is sometimes harder to write about the things and people that are closest to you.
It’s only after I went back over the story of Rey and Saira that I realized how much the 2020 news headlines had crept into my subconscious. There is no doubt that the drowning and feeling of confinement in this story arose from what has happened during the pandemic.
As I am spending the end of 2020 planning ahead and looking back at my writing career, I can't help but notice how far I have come even with a long writing hiatus of nearly nine years. So much has happened since I sat at the edge of the lake in Burlingame Park in Rhode... Continue Reading →