I met her at a Writing Barn retreat. She was one of the quiet writers. We connected off to the side, preferring the one on one conversation to the group gab. At the end of the weekend, she asked if she could get a ride into town. She was meeting her wife at a B&B for a week of fun. Happily, I put her suitcase in the back of my car, stopped for tacos and shared our love of books, the ocean and the quirky writing life. When her novel The True History of Lyndie B. Hawkins came out in 2019 to great acclaim, I sent her a congratulatory note and again we talked about oceans and visits and please contact me when…or if…you are nearby.
It never happened. And now she is gone. Way. Too. Soon.
Publishers Weekly posted this beautiful notice about her.
We clomp around like life will go on and on and on, but it is so fragile