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).
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.
Perilously, and still taking the scenic route, yours,