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…
When I hopped on here to write a HEY NEW YEAR catch-up blog, I was, um, flabbergasted to find my last blog was in MARCH. MARCH. That’s almost a year ago. It feels like I’ve lived five lifetimes since then. We bought a house. One of my books made it into the first round of…
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.