I wish I could say that my writing space while working on Benandante was in a moody library at a desk with an inkwell and candlelight. But I wrote my Edwardian fantasy on a laptop, mostly in my bed. Thankfully, I don't need to be deep in character to write a story. Imagination is enough. Where did the mood for this widowed witch and ghost-seeing pianist come from?

Can you believe I originally wasn't planning on entering Tarnished Relics in award competitions? I didn't think it was written well enough to earn any awards, even as a finalist. The ending is rushed, as those of you who have read it know. To be honest, after spending about ten years on this book, I was done and just wanted to release it.

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