Some writers create worlds.
I've never felt that was my job.
I simply visit one.
Roadstand Hollow isn't a place you'll find on any map, yet after spending enough time there, its streets become familiar. I know where Hannah's Bakery opens before sunrise. I know which road disappears into the fog. I know when the lanterns are lit and why some doors are never opened after dark.
The people there have become friends.
The mysteries have become memories.
If my books feel real, perhaps it's because, in many ways, they are.
At least to me. “The funny thing about Roadstand Hollow is that no one ever really goes looking for it. The fog simply decides when it's time for you to find the road.”
So, if you ever find yourself wandering into Roadstand Hollow, pull up a chair at Wishkeeper's Corner.
We'll save you a cup of tea.