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Time Is Flying By by Linda Lindsly

Garden Rock Wall

Garden Rock Wall

Time is flying by these days. where has April gone?  Joe and I cleaned out the garage and the attic trying to get junk out of the house to sell at our yard sale.  The yard sale, by the way ,was a success.  Now we just need to gather more things and stuff and have another one !  In the meantime I have a lot of gardening to do in my yard like getting weeds out before they overtake everything .  Longing to plant some annuals but not sure if we’ll have another frost in May .  So I postpone the idea and in the meantime I  move rocks ,dig out weeds and repair my rock wall behind the garden .  Repairing the wall is a big deal. I have to go and buy cement and get a few more rocks.  Then, I have to load them up in the wheel barrel, push  to the area that needs repairing  (which is all the way back in the garden) ,pull out the cement mixer  and lift the heavy bags of cement into the mixer and stack the rocks and fill with cement to hold it all together .  I’m tired just writing about it ! Oh, but when it is finished, it’s spectacular. My cats love to walk the wall and sometimes take a nap on it. They also sit up on the wall and hunt their prey from above.  The song “Summertime”, you know, where the Livin’ is easy , is anything but.  So right now I’m just going to relax for a while and enjoy all the spring blooms and plan to do the work later.

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The Importance of Locations by Deborah J Ledford

Crescendo F. Cover -w blurb 7 HR-FinalOkay, so keeping with the “Importance of” theme, let’s discuss locations. How important are they to you as a reader? How about as a writer? For me, the main location for my Steven Hawk/Inola Walela has definitely become a main character.

I grew up spending my summers in a small town nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains of western North Carolina. This is a place that remains close to my heart and senses. There are times when I awake in the middle of the night, replaying events long passed, the scent of “green” still nestled in my brain.

The summertime nights were humid during those cherished weeks every year, but that never bothered me as I chased fireflies, capturing them in the Mason jar my grandmother would provide from her stash under the sink.

fireflies-two

The drives with my grandfather are gems I unfortunately only remember snippets of—sitting in the back seat of his huge Buick as he backed up the long drive to the two-lane, twisting highway that would lead us to the gas station/country store where he would buy me a paper sack full of Atomic FireBall jawbreakers. Even decades ago Kudzu vines hugged the trees and power poles, massive hulking monsters, disturbing yet fascinating.

kudzu

The fog that would rarely completely lift hovered over the expanse and deep in the valleys when we reached a rise high enough to look down at the most enchanting, wondrous Great Smokies I will never release from my memories.

smoky-mountains-sunrise

I go back from time to time to the real city of Bryson City, where Inola Walela, Steven Hawk and his family live in my books. My imaginary characters visit locations I still remember; essentially playing out the life I could only dream of. I suppose that’s one of the best parts about being a novelist…the “what if” and “why not” of every story one can create.

Deborah J Ledford’s latest novel of suspense, CRESCENDO, is book three of the Steven Hawk/Inola Walela series. Other novels include, STACCATO, and SNARE, Finalist for The Hillerman Sky Award and the NM-AZ Book Awards. Deborah is a three-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize and her award-winning short stories appear in numerous print publications as well as literary and mystery anthologies. Part Eastern Band Cherokee, she spent her summers growing up in western North Carolina where her novels are set. Deborah invites you to visit her website.

Photograph Credits: Smoky Mountains Sunrise ©Dave Allen. Kudzu ©Felicity Green.

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