The Haunting of Will Ferris

Most folks would say Will Ferris rushed off a mite too soon to swap his chaotic city lifestyle for anonymity in a small New England hill town. Perhaps the novelist extraordinaire should have given more thought to what he wished for.

Giving a young woman a ride into town seemed innocent enough until it started a cat and mouse game. He concluded that the woman with the fire and ice ir her eyes had an agenda. He could only hope that something would click inside his brain that would explain the strange events happening on his property. Was she a part of it? If it wasn’t her, and it wasn’t a game, a scare tactic or raw panic, what else could it be? He had no idea why life was taking him down this dark road, but something warned him he was about to find out.

I grew up in Ma, where the boundaries of the small town I lived in, led to another group of small towns dotted by mid sized cities As time went on I expanded my horizons, moved to Hawaii, and eventually settled in California. It was only after I moved to the west coast that I learned to appreciate the beauty and history I left behind.

At first I wasn’t sure writing would work for me, but the seed, once planted took root. It required changing my life three hundred and sixty degrees to put my brain in charge and set the work of writing in motion. It took exposure to different people, cultures, cities and town over the last twenty years to effectively describe what I saw and how I felt about what I experienced and the home I left behind. They say everyone has two lives, one to learn, the other to live. Today I am living my passion, the dream I knew was mine.