I saw this photo today on Facebook. Okay, I blatantly borrowed it from a page called Texas Pride. There, I cited it. Great page, I am happy I found it. This is a springtime picture from near Ennis, TX.
It just reminds me how much I miss Texas. I have a saying: Life Intervenes. That is pretty much the story so far … my life has intervened to the point where I sit across the country and look at pictures of springtime bluebonnets and, well … you have to sometimes say, aw, shucks.
Don’t get me wrong, where I live is okay. It’ll do. Locals would likely feel the same way I do now if they uprooted themselves and put themselves someplace else, even Texas. I’ve lived in a number of different places and, really, I’ve found that life is about 90% similar just about everywhere.
When you get someplace new, you have to figure out where to get good hamburgers and which stores have the best deals. It might rain too much or not rain enough. Then you have to figure out the seasons … winter … Is there one? Or is it too much? Same with summer.
But no matter where I live … Texas is home. It always will be for me. That’s probably why I write about Texas … I mean, in my novels. The story in The Fever stretches from Austin and Houston to West Texas and back again, and I tried to weave the plot around a real piece of Texas lore that added some mystery and suspense. People seem to like it. Most of the reviews reflect on the general “Texas” feeling I tried to impart so I guess it was successful in that regard. Give it a try … experience some Texas Fever, like I’m feeling today …