Sara Stark
Please note: There is another author publishing as Sara Stark. You may see her book (Leap Through Eternity) listed under my author page. I didn't write this book. The GR website admins were good enough to remove it from my author page.
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What can I say? Writing is an acceptable form of schizophrenia.
Sara Stark is Nellie Williamson's alter ego. Nellie grew up on a farm outside a small town in middle Georgia, but having been married to a Navy man for nearly fifteen years (and now divorced, thank goodness), she has lived in most parts of the US at one time or another.
Nellie has spent the past twenty-something years in the crazy and demanding world of Corporate America. So when the morass of making a living got boring, as a creative outlet, she took up writing fiction, and Sara emerged. Nellie still lives in Corporate America, at least until Sara publishes more.
Their current home is in Seattle, Washington, and Nellie has certificates from the University of Washington in Literary and Popular Fiction and has attended three writers' retreats. Her most recent novel, An Untold Want (also referred to as Counting Crows), was a finalist in the Mainstream Literary Contest at the 2012 Pacific Northwest Writers' Association (PNWA) Conference.
You can find Sara and Nellie on Facebook at www.facebook.com/SaraStarkWrites or at Sara's website, http://sarastarkwrites.wordpress.com/.
“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone just right though the grimy windows, but the woman, the shelves, the jars, everything in the room appeared in tones of gold and sepia, except for the painting behind the counter. From behind the shopkeeper's head, a fluorescent Mary and Jesus glared at me, their cartoon-like faces reproaching me for being there.”
“Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper.”