Tag Archives: East Texas

Of Figs and Peppers

“Write what you know,” goes the usual advice. So… I’m writing this series of short humorous novels. I’ve mentioned before that the stories take place in Palestine, Texas, which happens to be my home town. I set some key events … Continue reading

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Hittin’ the Brakes

How are you at time management? Maybe you can multi-task, but apparently, I can’t. Case in point: blogging twice a week is keeping me from writing my humor series. Also I’m organizing my interview transcripts, preparing to plunge into writing … Continue reading

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“Fiction Jail”

Last time, I talked about the dogwoods inspiring my current fiction series. Well… I need to let you know that I’m going to spend April in jail. But not that kind of jail. No, really… that was research. A tour, … Continue reading

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Dogwood Fever

This weekend is right in the middle of Palestine, Texas’ Dogwood Festival, scheduled around the lovely little trees’ top blooming window. When I actually lived in Palestine as a kid, I didn’t especially appreciate the city. I just lived there, … Continue reading

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Field Trip!

Well, I’m happy to report that some good came of those dreadful early-March “snow days” of cabin fever and peach-tree panic. Trapped in the house with nothing to do except either polish the silver[plated] salad tongs and candlesticks, or stop … Continue reading

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Okay, I’ll Share my Hidden Gem

Important Notice to my Texas Readers: IF YOU ARE DRIVING AROUND EAST TEXAS AND SEE THIS BUILDING, STOP! PARK THE CAR, GO INSIDE AND EAT. Yeah, this rustic-looking building in little ol’ Murchison. Who’d-a thought? If I sound surprised, it … Continue reading

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