Share one of your hobbies – what you do when you’re not writing.
For some reason I don’t have as many hobbies as I used to. Maybe I’m getting old and crotchety, I’m not really sure. It could also be that I don’t have as much free time as I once did. But my biggest hobby is gardening. I love working in my yard, getting it ready for spring, and watching the plants grow. This isn’t something I was interested in growing up, but was an interest that sparked when I bought my first house. Right now, I have plans for the spring and I’m also the president of my local garden club.
My husband and I have collected antiques for many years. We have local places that we visit regularly and we travel to antique markets and go to shops when we’re on vacation. This is something he and I have always done together. When we got together, both of us decided that we wanted to furnish the house with antique pieces rather than with contemporary ones. And its turned into a labor of love… in many ways.
I wish I could classify watching television as a hobby, but I honestly don’t think that counts, but I spend too much time doing it, I’m sure.
Contemporary Romance/Law Enforcement
“I don’t know. There’s a shed out behind the house. Maybe I can stay in there for the night and figure things out in the morning.” He tried not to think of the fact that he had no family and now he had no place to live and was going to try to stay in the shed. It was the only idea he had, and at least he’d be out of the rain. “Thank you for coming and for saving Taffy.” That was what was truly important. Stuff he could replace, but the one friend he knew he could count on was the only irreplaceable thing in the house. He stepped down out of the ambulance, grateful they’d let him keep the blanket, and headed around the side of the burned-out shell of a house.
The scent of char and scorch along with the dampness from the rain hung in the air. He hurried to try to keep dry. Dash heard the firefighters packing up as he reached for the door of the shed. Without looking back, he pulled it open and stepped inside. It was mostly empty, with a few folding chairs and one of those old beach lounges with wide woven straps. He set that up and then spread the blanket over it before stretching out, tugging the blanket over himself like a cocoon. At least he was dry for the time being. That he could be grateful for at least.
“Hello,” a deep voice called from outside. “Are you in there?”
Dash thought of not answering and just closing his eyes, willing this nightmare to be over and all of this to just go away. “Yes,” he answered softly before the door opened. The firefighter from earlier, Stone, stood there, shadowed from behind in the light from the trucks.
“You’re really going to stay here?” he asked.
Dash shrugged. “I don’t have much choice. The stupid insurance company isn’t going to help, and I can’t afford a hotel right now. Besides, it’s that big festival in town. All the hotels have been booked for months, and there’s nothing that isn’t going to cost a fortune.”
Stone came inside, and Dash could see some of his features. “Then you can come home with me for the night. I have a sofa that you can use. It will be more comfortable than this loungie thing, and I can try to find you something to wear.”
Dash was tempted to say no, thank you, but his lounge, which had seen many better days, decided to give up the ghost right then and dumped him onto the floor in a heap. He rolled and bashed his hand against the floor. He stayed still until he could figure out how to get up without hitting anything else.
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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Andrew Grey
Thanks for writing these books. I really like the way you create the MCs and how you bring them together.
If watching TV isn’t a hobby, then I don’t have any.
He has a lot of books that I like but one of my favorites is Fire and Water.
I loved ‘Fire and Water.’
Hobbies; trying new recipes, gardening and dinner with my husband.
So far I would have to say Fire and Water