Like hunting leprechauns. We did catch a few of those buggers.
When swimming got boring, we’d head to the sandpit. (Not a sandbox…imagine a two-story tall, forty-five degree or steeper cliff of sand dug out of a slope by large construction equipment.) We’d run and jump off the top of that sucker, pretending to fly (see courting certain demise, above), sometimes with shopping bags as parachutes, sometimes with just our arms spread.
Today, I write paranormal fiction. I still live in Vermont—and there still isn’t anything better to do! J Thanks for having me today, Rachel!
Sarah Gilman started her first novel in third grade. She never finished that story, but never gave up the dream. Her fascination with wings also began at that age, when images of the ancient Egyptian goddess Isis captured her imagination and never let go. Now a paranormal romance writer, she employs her love of writing to bring the allure of winged creatures to the pages of her novels. Sarah lives in Vermont with her supportive husband and two spoiled cats. Find Sarah around the web:
Blogs: Sarah Gilman Books. Sarah also contributes to the The Naked Hero blog
- Laura Bickle, author of EMBERS and SPARKS