What fun, Joanne, to share the book fun and recipes here today. Thanks so much for the opportunity. I have an idea . . . how about you do a recipe and story on my blog for My Heart is Found? Maybe we could start a tradition?

You’re most welcome, Andrea. Thanks for joining us here. Blessings, Mona

Hi Meghan! So glad you enjoyed the glimpses and the recipes. Hmmm. For me…for Prairie Song, recollection of my Aunt Elva’s covered wagon lamp and curiosity concerning that kind of journey. Blessings and Happy Reading! Mona

Oh, Amanda, I do love the way you think! I say, why not think over-the-top. 🙂 Thanks so much for joining us all here.

Sweet music indeed. Burning Sky captivated me from the first line. I know you’ll enjoy it, Beth.

Hi Beth, Thanks for joining us here. It was fun to be a part of Joanne’s From Story to Table. Happy eating, and happy reading! Mona

Jocelyn, so good to see you here! Glad you enjoyed the recipes and stories. Joanne did a fabulous job on the post. Blessings! Mona

Hi Nettie! How sweet you are. Hope you enjoy our recipes. And our books. 🙂 Blessings!

Great question Meghan. I’ve written quite a few novels, but BURNING SKY got its start a little differently than any other of my stories–and what’s more I still remember it (which isn’t always the case). It started off with two separate flashes, or visions if you will. One day I had a sudden vision of an old woman living alone in a ramshackle cabin, surrounded by ridges and trees. It was a sad and lonely picture, and I wondered what had made her that way. I knew her name was Willa. I tucked that away for a while–months maybe–and eventually had another vision of a young woman, very tall and strong but also sad and alone, striding over mountains with a basket on her back, coming home… to the very place I’d seen the old woman. I knew that his was also Willa and that the vision I’d seen of her as an old woman, still alone and sad, was going to be her destiny unless someone (or Someone) intervened. From that point I did what writers do, played “What if” until a story began to crystallize.