As a Minnesotan who frequently drives through Hinckley, MN, Marlo Schalesky’s book, Veil of Fire caught my eye. The Hinckley fire is one of those that is talked about with an aura of mystique. (Hinckley is also the exit off Hwy 35W North that hosts “Tobies” — the world greatest pastries!). I’ve always longed to read a story with Hinckley at the center.
Uh…Pirate! Okay, you all remember that line in the first Pirates of the Carribean where Jack Sparrow cheats during the sword fight with Orlando, and Orlando gives him an incredulous look of disbelief? The reponse by Sparrow is priceless…he simply shrugs and says, “uh…Pirate!” as in, what did you expect?
It’s been adopted by our family as a response to questions like,
I am huge fan of WW2 stories. The first story I ever wrote (not published) was an epic (and we’re talking James Michener would be proud) story of WW2 in Russia, and its sweeping effects across that country. I love the drama, the intrigue, the courage, the romance…oh, the romance! *g* In short,
For a brief time during college, I wanted to be a producer. A news producer. I was in school for mass communications and piled up the broadcasting classes, even doing a stint at a cable news station.
All because of Holly Hunter. Or, more specifically, Broadcast News. My favorite show for years,
I love country music. And it’s not just because the country music world is the host for a bunch of cute singers (case in point, Brad Paisley, Tim Look-At-those-Muscles-McGraw and Kute Keith Urban), but because I can identify with the songs. Like Trace Adkins puts it, they’re “songs about me.” Except, well, I don’t have a pickup,