Listening to the radio in the car = getting inspired. Love it! Believe it or not, the strangest place I’ve ever gotten inspiration for a book was… In a car, riding home from a Maroon 5 concert in Tampa, Florida. I was with my daughter, daughter-in-law, and her mother. It was pretty late, (for me! Lol!) like after midnight maybe, and we were still about a half-hour from home. My daughter-in-law was driving, and she had popped in a CD mix she’d made. I was almost asleep when Keith Urban’s “Stupid Boy” came on. I’m not sure why I woke…
I read. And quilt. A lot.