Finding the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
I write to capture the world around me — to hold it a little longer than it lasts. Feet in sandy soil. Woods wet and green and earthy-smelling after a rainstorm. Afternoon gold catching the heads of wild grass. Tea-shop chatter. A blaze of dying sun splattered across the water of a still lake.
When I started writing my high fantasy fiction, I wanted it to feel grounded as anything else my pen had tried.
I wanted to infuse my stories of imaginary with the real.