It always feels a bit strange when I draw from my real life with my stories. I never include the Big Stuff; truth be told, I have a possessiveness over my experiences that lends itself towards secretiveness. Barriers, and all that.
Hey, if I was perfectly well-adjusted, I wouldn’t be a writer!
Often, I’ll be out and about, see some curtains that I think are beyond gorgeous, and make a mental note to use them the next time I ever need to describe curtains. Is it deep? Not remotely. At the very least, reading my books will give you a good idea of my tastes in fashion and home decor.
You will not, however, get any sort of autobiography about my life.
Barriers, and all that.
By Autumn Rain 