Falling in Love with Point of View

My folks moved the family from Daytona Beach to Knoxville during my sophomore year in high school, talk about trauma. Well, that’s another story; but, the upside—I only realized this later—was my introduction to the Smoky Mountains.

Situation: 2005. Woodstock—especially Hickory Flat where my husband and children had lived for thirty plus years—had grown from a peaceful farming community to a rip roaring metropolitan area, Publix, traffic signals and all. I wanted a quiet place to write.

Solution: “Point of View.” Now, all you writers out there know how important POV is to a story and how difficult it is to remain true to our choices; but, that’s not the POV I mean. My “Point of View” is a mountain cabin. And the view is spectacular. Just click over and over on, say, books, and the picture frame in the center of the template will flip through the collection of pictures taken from “Point of View.” 

Stay tuned. I’ll keep you posted on the changes here like the color in the leaves—I’ve added those shots—and pouring a cement driveway next spring—I hope—and snow this winter, that’s another possibility.

·Lorraine