Several months back, sometime last fall, I began to have this recurring dream. In this dream, I was alone inside a mansion. The mansion was massive and oddly shaped with so many passages and stairwells that I got lost at every turn. Stranger still was the passage that led to a separate section of the…
Heather Marie Adkins writes too much but still too little. She also has too many cats, not enough tequila, and a love affair with procrastination that burns with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.
Heather lives in north-central Kentucky with her long-suffering husband. When she’s not plotting her next story or herding felines, she works at the library in public relations. Find out more about her at heathermarieadkins.com.