When the Past Haunts You
I started writing a few years ago because, well something moved me to.   What was it?  A headstone.  Not one found in a cemetery but one found in a cornfield on a farm back in the middle of the last century in Missouri.  I decided to clean it up one day and just see who it belonged to. 

The headstone was for two little girls who died in the late 1860's and early 1870's.  I have tried to find out who they were but so far been unsuccessful.  The little girls were eight and ten years old.  When I couldn't find out anything about them I decided to write a book and make it about an eighteen year old girl.  As a result Blood Lines The Curse was born.