By Anne Kane
Since I live in the frigid North (aka Canada) I only get to use this space during the warmer months, but I love it. It’s a little patio area off the side of my house, and although I live in the middle of town, the six foot high fence gives me a sense of privacy. Stepping out of my patio doors it’s not very big (again, by Canadian standards) so about eight feet by sixteen feet. It gets the early morning sun, which is super important as I’m a morning person. I tend to get up and write before work in the morning, while the rest of the world is still sleeping.
Since I live alone, or at least without any other humans in the house, I got to do exactly what I wanted with the space, and this spring I gave it a bit of a makeover. I added half wine barrels in the corners and planted blueberry bushes in them. I also planted a little herb garden in an old metal washtub, and some patio tomatoes in a garden bed that previously housed a dead bush of some unknown vintage. A couple of hanging strawberry baskets completed the makeover. Voila! Snacks for while I’m writing.
Did I mention I don’t live with any other humans? That doesn’t mean I live alone. I have Merlin, the adorable rescue mutt of indeterminate parentage, and Jeff, the anti-social old gent of a cat. Merlin is the biggest snuggle bug on the face of the planet, and he has his own little collection of stuffed toys which he packs around the house and yard with him. He often uses one as a pillow. Jeff, on the other hand is a true cat. He came to me as a rather matted sickly stray twelve years ago, and while he allows me to feed and groom him, he rarely lets me take liberties such as picking him up. He is not a friendly feline.
The bench seat is where I sit to write. It was given to me by the mother of a very dear friend, an amazing woman who always radiated calm and confidence. I was considering getting some aluminium garden furniture to change it up a bit but I love the bench seat too much. When I sit there, I too feel calm and in control and able to do anything. It motivates me to write my very best. Somehow, when I am surrounded by flowers and strawberries and blueberries and wonderful smelling herbs, I can write better than I can in a traditional office. It’s my space and it inspires me. So there you have it, my summer writing space!
Anne Kane Bio
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after. She currently writes for Changeling Press and as an Indie author.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing, agility with her dog and of course, reading.
Her Cyborg Champion (Terras Five, Book 4)
An intergalactic game of hide and seek, with a sexy human female as the prize.
Zoe is five feet, six inches of green-eyed, red-haired militant activist. A deeply ingrained need to help those who can’t help themselves — human and otherwise — motivates her every move. She snuck into the Mailon research facility to investigate rumors of experiments being conducted on a rare and highly intelligent species of sentient mammals. Now she finds herself in need of help to rescue one very sick little battle rat.
Greyson is six and a half feet of ruggedly muscular cyborg with a penchant for violence. He loves to fight, and he fights to win. What he hates is being sent to the Mailon research facility on a petty errand. When he catches a glimpse of a former lover flitting around the facility like an impossibly sexy cat burglar, he is intrigued. What is the saucy little wench up to, and why is she stalking him through the corridors of the alien laboratory?