Lacy Williams
Lacy Williams wishes her writing career was more like what you see on Hallmark movies: dreamy brainstorming from a French chateau or a few minutes at the computer in a million-dollar New York City penthouse. In reality, she’s up before the sun, putting words on the page before her kids wake up for the day. Those early-morning and late-night writing sessions add up, and Lacy has published fifty books in almost a decade, first with a big five publisher and then as an indie author. When she needs to refill the well, you can find Lacy birdwatching, gardening, biking with the kiddos, or walking the dog. Find tons of bonus scenes and reader extras by becoming a VIP reader at www.lacywilliams.net/vip .
“Jewels of the World Memory Where everything gains, Where everything is lost, Where light sleeps and Darkness reins. Memory A footstep washed away, An impression saved. Where time knows no boundaries and washes away. Memory A foreign thought A forged lie, A deformed way that Can’t be bought. Memory A slipped flash, Gone forever from mentality, Encased in darkness and is Nothing but a dash- Memory Compressed to specifics, Denied of choice, Of grace, Left to the efficient. Memory An expectation of retrospect, Penetrating mentality And asking only for respect. Memory Like the evening pond, Encasement of treasures to be held with care, Before they are gone. Memory Something to be kept, Never to be borrowed Or stolen,Or even to be met”
Lacy Williams