Pauline Baird Jones, writer, author, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, steampunk, humor
An American Alligator(Alligator mississippiensis) on an old Cypress stump in the Honey Island Swamp near the Pearl River, southeastern Louisiana.

I grew up in Northern Wyoming, about as far from swamps as you can get. I’d probably never have seen a swamp, or this swamp thing, if it weren’t for taking the scenic route with the hubs. I also found the Cypress stumps both fascinating and creative-juices-stirring (like squat gnomes or something. I’m amazed I didn’t end up writing fantasy).

More of the hubs Louisiana photos can be seen here and of course, I feature some of his photos on my landing page.

I started writing before we moved to Louisiana, but I made my first sale there. Here’s a long list of New Orleans writers. There was something in the air, a zing or a tingle that I’m sure helped me along the path to becoming published. No question that two of my books were fueled by New Orleans: Do Wah Diddy Die (reflects the sense of fun that was the Big Easy) and A Dangerous Dance (a look at the dark side of Louisiana).

Has a place ever stirred you to action? Ever swamp toured? Fed marshmallows to a “swamp thing?” Comments are entered into my monthly drawing for a $10 AnaBanana gift card. Winner announced first blog post of the new month.

Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, steampunk, humor, Project Enterprise

Perilously, and still taking the scenic route, yours,

Pauline

Pauline Baird Jones’ Scenic Route: Swamp Thing

7 thoughts on “Pauline Baird Jones’ Scenic Route: Swamp Thing

  • November 29, 2012 at 8:22 am
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    Your hubby is really an artist with his camera. That alligator picture is stunning. Living in Louisiana I totally agree with you, and I was born in Idaho, in hill country, which my dh kept calling ‘mountains’…poor darling.

    • November 29, 2012 at 8:33 am
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      Thank you, Pepper! I will tell him! It is so fun to share his wonderful photos on my blog. LOLOL about your husband! That’s so cute! Idaho! We were neighbors growing up!

  • November 28, 2012 at 3:30 pm
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    I’ve never been to New Orleans but I’d love to go sometime. Ion Swamp outside of Charleston, SC is an old rice plantation turned state park and is very beautiful. We walked over a bridge and I excitedly pointed out an alligator…then realized one of those “roots” from the trees was a gator, and another, and…I think we counted 14 altogether. I’d really like to go back there some time.

  • November 28, 2012 at 8:20 am
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    Ohhhh I am so jealous! I’d love to live in New Orleans. I always think of that place as having magic in the air…and the swamp things are adorable!!!

    The places that stir me are usually places near water…growing up we lived a stones through from a river and I spent a lot of my days and nights sitting on the river bank writing, dreaming and singing…there was just something about it that soothed my soul. And still does to this day!

    • November 28, 2012 at 8:56 am
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      There is definitely lots of magic in the New Orleans air! The swamps are so fascinating and so creepy, they really get the juices stirring. LOL! I’m with you about water stirring the juices, too. I grew up landlocked but have always liked sitting by bodies of water, even little ones (like creeks). When I need to calm down, I always picture myself at the beach. My first sight of an ocean just took my breath away. Have you ever read Gifts from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindberg? I find it so soothing and so interesting. All about her experiences on the beach….

  • November 28, 2012 at 7:16 am
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    I grew up near bayous on the southeast side of Houston and never saw a mountain until I traveled with my husband. 🙂 I love the photograph! New Orleans is a hard city to beat when it comes to culture and ambiance–great for the imagination.

    • November 28, 2012 at 8:53 am
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      I can’t imagine seeing mountains for the first time as an adult! We took our son home when he was pretty little (he grew up in New Orleans) and he looked up at the mountains and said, “Wow, big levee!” I can’t imagine what the river was like that he thought was behind that “levee.” LOL! Yeah, New Orleans air zings with creativity. Just zings with it.

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