By: Debra Webb
Congratulations to "Mary P." and "Judy L", the winners of Debra's giveaway. Thank you to everyone who participated!
I love storytelling. I have for as far back as I can remember. I have stories I wrote dating back to when I was only nine years old. Really, it’s true. I grew up on a farm in small town Alabama and we weren’t exactly “dirt” poor but we were close. It was feast or famine in our family. When the crops came in we had a little money for stocking the bare cupboards and buying school clothes. Unlike kids these days, I got shoes and clothes once a year and that was it. We had fresh beef and pork in the freezer and the smokehouse and we had home canned and frozen vegetables from the one-acre garden my family planted each spring. When that was gone, it was slim pickin’s around our house.
I suppose that’s why I spent so much time creating stories and spinning fantasies for the characters who lived in my head. There were no video games and we only had three channels on the one television set. There was just one telephone—a landline—and many of my friends couldn’t afford a phone at all. No cell phones, no computers. I handwrote my stories and later, when I was about twelve, my mother bartered for a second-hand, manual typewriter for me to use.
Earlier this week my sister and I drove out to where we grew up. The old farmhouse has fallen into desperate disrepair and it’s no longer the vibrant pink my mother had it painted when we were kids. But if you look at the photo you’ll notice the second story window on front. That window was part of an alcove that I adored. I would take pen and paper to that cozy space and dream up stories. I could look out over the yard and the road beyond and imagine what the future held.
As I grew older, no matter where I lived or what I was doing in life, I always had my stories—even when I didn’t have time to write them down. The characters lived happily in my head (notice I didn’t say quietly). Eventually I found a place in my life where I could actually write with the idea of starting a publishing career. I’ve been writing since. I love my job. I cannot imagine doing anything else and I feel so very blessed.
I am particularly proud of my Faces of Evil series. This, too, was a part of my past I revisited. I wanted to write this series for a very long time and having that dream come to fruition has been such a joy. Sometimes it pays to travel down memory lane and ponder the places and ideas stored in your heart.
Disturbing echoes of a Charles Manson massacre disrupt a quiet Birmingham suburb...a missing child is the only witness. Deputy Chief Jess Harris puts everything on the line when her key suspect is one of Birmingham's finest. With a killer now focused on her, she must find the missing witness and the truth before it's too late for them both.
“…With a penchant for action, and a keenly sharp intelligence, heroine Jess is charmingly vulnerable under her tough-cop exterior, as she tries to settle into a new job and a new relationship, even as she is haunted by a manipulative serial killer from her past.” 4 ½ stars, RT Book Club Reviews
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