I live in Texas with an old dog and my imagination. I garden and pull a lot of weeds. For Sunday afternoon fun, I hand feed my pet tortoise, Little Miss Prissy, tomatoes on the front porch. I spend a lot of time traveling dirt roads, and not necessarily to fun places, since the closest grocery store is too hell and back. I never forget my ice chest when I leave home, and always come back with a full tank of gas and a loaf of bread. I write about the people in my head. My characters often travel with me, telling stories in my ear, and I do find a new one or two on my adventures in the backwoods, when I can find a tree, here in Texas.