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| Browse to your heart's content, but beware, I write the unexpected in romantic fiction |
| Pictures of my June 9th signing in Indiana are up in the Photo Album page! The Mid-Ohio Writers Association Mid-Western Dreams Writers Conference on October 18th was a big success! Pictures will be up on the MOWA page soon! ______________________________ See my Events|Contests page for links to interviews and blogs I've been honored to participate in recently--Anna Kathryn Lanier and Cindy K. Green. |
| The Winds of Fall My newest release, coming September 12th in e-book format from The Wild Rose Press! Print release is December 19th! See my "Published Books" page for an excerpt. |
| Wild Rose Press-available in e-book or print. See "Published Books" for excerpt. Also see my photos for a picture of my cottonwood tree! |
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| I'll be adding my favorite 1960s science-fiction movies in the next few months! I can't explain why I love those hokey B-movies, but they entranced me many times and allowed me to escape my real life and dream of a fantastic future over the years of my childhood! |
| I started reading in kindergarten (don't know who taught me) and writing in 3rd grade when I began making short stories out of my dreams. Those dreams were nightmares based on all the 1950s monster and alien-invasion movies, and 1960s sci-fi TV shows I devoured. I spent many hours in my room reading, writing, and doing art work as I grew. Despite being made fun of because of my last name and being the tallest kid in school until junior high school. My best friend, Rita, and I spent our summers riding bicycles, collecting pop bottles for a nickel each to buy candy with, and playing outside until midnight. I was Batgirl, Supergirl, I was invincible! I pity the children of today who can't know those pure joys! More on how the writing bug bit me later. |
| Sandy Wickersham-McWhorter Unexpected Romantic Fiction |
| Why such a long name as Wickersham-McWhorter? My name is hyphentated to honor my 35-year marriage to a McWhorter, and to honor my own family. See my Wickersham family page for more! |
| The tree in the far middle background is my cottonwood tree. She's over 90 feet tall and was part of the inspiration for my book Cottonwood Place. Against her base in the middle picture is oldest my son, Erik, who's 3 feet away and dwarfed by her. Why do guys always look down when getting their picture taken? The spot where the trunk splits into two trunks is over 20 feet up. On June 5, 2008 from my back window, I saw it snowing her blossoms. What a beautiful, calming sight to see the tufts of cotton floating on the wind. How people can consider such majestic, individualistic trees as junk trees or weed trees is beyond me! As readers learn in Cottonwood Place, American Indians revered the cottonwood tree as a source of food, medicine, and wisdom, and many touching myths are associated with it. |
| She dwarfs all the other big trees in my property. The relaxing sound of her leaves rustling in the wind is indescribable. I can hear it from my driveway, over 300 feet from her! I associate the sound with a summer day when I was a child and my family swam in a farm pond. My father firmly held me so I could splash in the water and not drown. All around us, cottonwoods rustled their leaves for us as a serenade in the warm breeze. I'll never forget that glorious sunny day. |
| My Sheena standing in the back porch hallway before it was remodeled when she was about 3 years old. How can you resist that look and those pretty white feet??? |
| I've posted chapter 1of The Winter Road, my romantic-suspense based on the Ice Road Truckers from the History Channel, on my Published Books\WIPs page. Take a minute and read it and let me know what you think of it! I've had such an education in learning about Canada and its people and I hope that enthusiasm shines through the book! |
