I'll be at the Borders at 104th Street and I-25 tomorrow night. I hope you will stop by if you get the chance. I'll be signing Searching for Spice and Out of Her Hands from 6:00 till 7:00, and then I'll give a presentation to the Denver branch of ACFW. Fun!
In other news, I've been percolating my story idea, and it's exciting.
My character is beginning to come into focus. Her name is Libby and she was an only child, raised by a single dad in the 1960s. Her father worked for a small town newspaper and smoked Kent cigarettes.
I can actually see what their small house looked like, right down to the furniture
within and the color of the dish rack that sat on the formica kitchen counter to the right of the double-bowl sink.
In fact, this is her house on the right.
Libby's grade school nemesis was named Christine, and she wore ribbons in her braids and was not good at sharing.