So much of real life sneaks into the fiction authors are creating, so I decided to occasionally show a photo of a location or an item from my books.
This is Linda’s prayer chair from both Searching for Spice or Out of Her Hands.
It had belonged to her grandmother and when she needed a quiet moment she would settle herself into the Victorian antique and pray.
This chair actually belonged to my grandmother. We never met, she passed away only months before I was born. When I inherited the chair it was covered in chipped, black lacquer. It took me weeks of patient work to strip the gooey stuff from the intricately carved wood. We had it reupholstered about a dozen years ago.
The pillows are some that I made. I’ve always had a creative urge, and for a time I worked with designers to make custom pillows and table coverings.
These days I string together words to make stories. Speaking of, I better get back to my characters. I left them in suspended animation about to have a revealing conversation.