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There is something about the setting of a story I’m writing that means a lot to me. I find myself drawn to places that have meant something in my life. In several of my books, or short stories you will find that the forest plays a central role. Growing up in New Hampshire, the woods surrounded me. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized how important the mystery of this world was to me.
In my novel, The Weaver, I use the forest behind my college campus as the place where Laney not only encounters danger, but also love. My freshman year in college, I took an adventure class where we spent a lot of time on the ropes course in the woods. I had to face my own fears by climbing the “pamper pole.” This was a large pole, kind of…
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