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I started out as a naptime writer. My boys grew as I also began to grow more serious about making writing a career, rather than an ‘I always wanted to . . .” But raising two rambunctious boys is not conducive to getting words on the page! Mommy sitting still on the computer translated to Mommy Is Fair Game. 🙂 On those moments when my Valiant Husband agreed to watch the kids so I could get some writing done, I would kiss my babies goodbye, get in the car, drive around to the back of our property, sit there and write.
These were the days before a coffee shop sprouted on every corner. It worked pretty well, except for in the extreme summer or winter. But eventually, my wonderfully supportive husband bought me a shed. He worked to convert it into an office—and boom! I had four walls! Luxury! It didn’t have heat/AC, so I still had to contend with extreme temps, but I had a fan and a space heater. Most days I would open the door wide while the kids played in the yard and get busy. I became more productive. I sold my first book! I actually wrote there for several years.
But then Valiant Husband decided he needed a garage for vehicles, a workbench, lawn care equipment . . . so I agreed—as long as I got an office upstairs. Compromise was reached and boom! I had four walls and a thermostat! True luxury! I also got a big, gorgeous window to take the place of the open door and everyone was happy.
So now I have space for all of my Regency research books. I sit with my crew of Vinyl Pop Hunks watching over me as I write my USA Today Bestselling Half Moon House series. And my ideal office has been where I started a new venture—writing Young Adult Fantasy Adventure. I’ve added research into Japanese folklore, parkour, paper-making and more. I’ve got a corkboard full of gorgeous Regency dresses and carriages and now one of amazing creatures out of Japanese legends—and I’ve launched the first book in a new series—Eye of the Ninja.
So, an ideal place, indeed. A happy one to be sure. The only thing I would change would be to put a lake outside, but that’s for another day! 🙂
How about you? What does your ideal work space look like?
Mei Barrett has been hiding all of her life. Raised in solitude by her beloved father, she’s been trained to fight, to adapt, to defend. She couldn’t prevent his death, however, when it comes at the hands of a mysterious creature straight out of legend. She could only run—and learn how to hide in plain sight.
For four long years Mei has lived alone on the fringes of a society still recovering from the devastation of quakes and disasters along the infamous Ring of Fire. Mei’s concerns are more immediate however. She must hide her eyes and their despised mutation, and she must stay one step ahead of the strange wind demon that continues to hunt her.
Detection was inevitable. But Mei begins to make some discoveries of her own. For it seems that her old enemy is not the only mythical creature on the loose. Nor is she the only one fighting them.
And perhaps her own tragedies are not as far removed from those the world is facing, after all.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Something was off. Not in the same way as before. But I felt . . . something. Eyes watching.
I veered suddenly into the parking lot of a used bookstore.
Something moved in the line of trees at the far edge, right at the spot where I would have walked past. Something large set the high branches to rustling. I moved easily, acting as if I didn’t notice.
The bookstore door was locked. I cursed under my breath before nonchalantly turning to the rack of free books lining the front of the place. Picking a title, I leaned against the door and opened it. I eyed the parking lot from beneath my brim, then tossed the book back and chose another—a thick, oversized edition of Sherlock Holmes tales. Nothing moved out there. Not a branch or a leaf or a rustle of wind.
I wasn’t fooled.
I hefted the book and pretended to be absorbed. Slowly I moved out, head down, nose in the book, ambling west again, but this time taking the alley behind the bookstore’s neighboring houses. The lane was lined with full-grown trees, providing some cover. When I hit their sheltering darkness I tucked the book under my arm and took off at a fast, silent run.
Not for long. Something thumped to the ground, directly in my path. I skidded to a stop, backpedaling rapidly.
Panic and disbelief nearly stopped my heart. My mouth hung open.
This was not the creature of my nightmares and memories. It was something different altogether—and yet still entirely unbelievable.
On two feet, broad and heavily muscled, it stood over twice my height. Its skin was a deep, dark red, its nose large and curved over like a beak. Large, heavily muscled arms flexed as its hands opened and closed. Long, white hair flowed back to meet huge, rustling black wings.
It tilted its head in a distinctly avian gesture and peered down at me. A thin, trilling sound echoed in the alley. “So small you are, to be the cause of so much trouble.”
About the Author:D. M. Marlowe lives in North Carolina with her family and two cats. When she is not spoiling them all, she is probably writing. Failing that, she’s likely lost in a book or movie, on a long walk, gardening or hanging with her friends.
In her other life, she is a USA Today Bestselling author of Historical Romance.