Who doesn’t love driving through a small town where everyone waves at you when you drive by, take their time crossing the street, or belly up to the local watering hole for an ice tea or cold beer to catch up on the latest gossip?

I admit it. I grew up in a very small town in Kentucky. I knew everyone by name and if I didn’t…I asked. By the end of the conversation I could tell you where they came from, what they were doing in town, and their entire life history.

Just like any teenager…I couldn’t wait to get out of that small town. After all, before I got home, my parents already knew who I was with and what I had been doing before I could even tell them. Word got around fast.

I moved away to a city and loved that everyone didn’t care what I was doing or who I was doing it with.

Not many years after I had left my small town, I found myself dreaming about my hometown. I wondered what everyone was doing. If they were stopping by the local drug store for a fountain drink or if they were just being lazy on a porch swing talking to the neighbors (gossiping of course) or what the crazy cat lady was up to.

As a writer I tapped into those feelings and started to make up my own town with characters that had problems and gossip would swirl around about them. You might even find a dash or two of paranormal in most of my series.