Thanksgiving On The Road
I love holiday traditions. I loved them when I was a kid growing up. We knew every holiday what was expected of us because we always did things the same way.
Now that our kids are grown and out of the house creating their own traditions, my husband and I have been left to our own devices. As a writer, that means my imagination gets to go wild.
Which is why most Thanksgivings find us traveling. Not to see our kids. Not even to a romantic retreat tucked away somewhere—well, romantic.
We’re usually on the road somewhere doing research for my next book. Or perhaps the one after that. You know how it is—writers always have one book in the hopper, one on the back burner, one in the back forty—I know I’m mixing my metaphors, but you get the idea. Learn more.