The years 2000 to 2005 has thus far been the most turbulent part in my life. I craved peace and quiet. Calmness was a luxury. I worked at a wholesale nursery, and my favorite moments was when I came in either Saturday or Sunday’s to water. While that may seem like a quick task, there were thirty-two usually filled greenhouses, plus growing areas. This undertaking took several hours, and I will be forever thankful for the solitude.
The place was normally employee-free on weekends. Just me and the plants. The only sound was gravel crunching under my feet, and the occasional plane flying overhead. I could relax. Breathe. The tenseness in my life was briefly liberated, and I was able to just be.
I prayed a lot in those stolen moments. The eventual answers became a turning point. A chance to totally be free of masks and pretense. I allowed myself to finally shine as I made the decision to become a serious writer.
I’m grateful for those spans of silence. The time to clear my mind of personal muddle and think. It gave me the opportunity to grow just like the plants inside those greenhouses. The first book I wrote setting is in a wholesale nursery and based on that very plant farm.
My newest release, Toxic is that book. This story was huge personal step. It will be available on Wednesday, September 23rd.