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…
Nope. Not a title meant to grab the reader’s attention and make them go “ooo”. I’ve been a practicing witch for many years now – almost ten. Wow. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. But that’s not what this post is about. The fact of the matter is that the witchy side 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.