Introducing Cayte Harrison

My first attempt to write was in high school…several…um…decades ago. It was only a couple of pages, and it was sort of a Nancy Drew meets Grimm (as in the show not the fairy tales). It was about three teens, at the coast, finding disturbing clues to a murder. But that is about all I can remember. It seemed stupid to me. It was tossed.

Life takes over and years go by…marriage, kids…going back to school. And let me just stop there and say that going back to school in your 40s is an exercise in determination. No one tells you that your brain starts leaking after 40! Ugh! Don’t even get me started on statistics (We won’t mention how many times I had to take that class) Or the struggle to retain new information in the aforementioned leaky brain to take a test. But boy, could I write the heck out of a paper. (That should have been my first clue that maybe I needed to be doing something else.) Anyway, back to the topic.

Years later, sitting around after Christmas dinner, discussing books with my niece, I mention an idea for a story line that had been floating around in my head for a while. Her eyes bright she said, “Aunt Cayte, you have to write that book.” So, the next day I began and year and a half later here I am publishing that book and my niece? She designed the cover.