I am finally, finally settling into my empty nest. We had four months of it last fall, then our daughter graduated from college and came to live at home and find a job. She finally did get a job in her desired field, but she learned very quickly that she wouldn’t be moving out of our house anytime soon on her salary and that she needed another degree to really do the job she wanted. She had applied to grad schools but hadn’t heard back so wasn’t sure what to do. Then she got accepted to a great program and off she went, half-way across the country! With our two boys back at college, my house is suddenly quiet. And still. I have space to breathe. And think. And to my dismay, I discovered that my creative juices all but dried up over the course of the chaotic past few. . .
My debut novel, Wings of a Dream, released this past September. After the excitement over that book died down, people began asking about my upcoming book, which releases this September. When the question arises, I usually hesitate for a moment, trying to quiet the flip-flop of my stomach. “It’s about a girl who is passionate about missions and auto racing—in 1916.” Blank stares. Or confused ones. It’s obviously not the missions part that throws people. It’s the auto racing. The first question I usually hear is, “They raced cars back then?” “They sure did,” I reply. “And at speeds near 100 mph.” Eyebrows usually shoot sky high about now. How in the world, you might ask, did such a story come into being? To be honest, I’m not really sure! While doing some general research in the time period of 1910-1920, I ran across an article about an. . .