The View From Here…

By Gail Ranstorom

Hello world, and welcome to my view!


Montana born and raised, it took a twenty year sojourn—sixteen in Southern California and four in Sunny Florida—for me to realize there’s no place like home. Dorothy got back to Kansas faster than I got back to Montana, but my journey was nearly as strange.
Dorothy and I have much in common. I, too, have a cairn terrier, a family waiting for me to come to my senses, and an assortment of very odd friends. (Well, perhaps not so odd when you consider that they are writers.) They all, however, have huge hearts, boundless courage and are the smartest people I know.

 

My Office and Jane - 2

Why, yes! That is a little Jane Austin standing on my desk by the flowers. She is my inspiration as well as a constant reminder to not get diverted by the views and myriad other distractions that snag my attention—anything shiny and bright. Or funny. Or furry. Or breathtaking. Or… well, you get the idea. Jane has her job cut out for her here in Montana, because those beautiful, breathtaking moments are just a glance out my window and every day is a new adventure.

Neighbors Drop By - 3

Which brings me to my writing. Because my life is so wonderfully uncomplicated, I like to explore dark themes fraught with romance, mystery and suspense in my novels and set my characters on adventurous paths. From my first book, A Wild Justice, published in 2002, to my next release, Sweet Treason, scheduled for release in September 2013, I make my characters earn their happy endings.

 

July Sunset - 4

And they lived happily ever after….
Gail

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