I just realized I’ve spent three quarters of my life here in the humid flatlands of Florida; the state of hanging chads and sticking sand-spurs. A place where catfish walk and people cringe at the approach of monster hurricanes with girlie names. Here comes Hannah!
In Florida we are never far away from terra primeval. Alligators hunt in urban lakes not far from my home. Sharks patrol off both coasts, and when I turn off the lights, la cucaracha comes out to play.
These are all grist for the writing mill, and animals have figured prominently in much of my writing for children. I have written three funny field guides of wild critters and recently completed a wild animal alphabet book. As long as I continue to live in this state that sticks into the Gulf of Mexico like a dog’s wagging tail, I will have great writing material.