I enjoy motion pictures, but for me at least, special effects have committed an unpardonable sin. They are gobbling up our ability to imagine. The beauty of books lies in that very imagination. We see and hear with our brains, not our eyes and ears. The written word allows us the freedom to create the characters and action to our own specifications. The story comes through us, not just at us. It is called Theatre of the Mind, and it never closes.
As a writer for grown-ups, my function is entertainment. Because I am a grown-up, I indulge myself and write tight dialogue and uncomplicated storylines. Mystery, paranormal romance, or western, my novels are character driven because our lives are often measured by the characters who live in our memories, four dimensional on the big screen behind our eyes.
The theatre is open. From here in the lobby, you may read excerpts from my books, hear samples of audio versions, give a listen to the Heartland Memories short story audio website, join in the Facebook madness, access my blog, or sneak off for a nap in the mezzanine.