I’ve long been fascinated with kitchens, the older the more interesting. I love to cook and often imagine how difficult it must’ve been in centuries past. While I appreciate intact or refurbished ancient cooking chambers – they help me tremendously while writing scenes for my characters – there’s just something inherently intriguing about these lost and forgotten, totally abandoned and derelict kitchens.
I’ve got this thing for abandoned abodes. It’s so sad to see what once was a magnificent home now forlorn and decaying. I imagine the joys and sorrows the occupants experienced within the walls. Cheery fires in the fireplaces, nourishing meals cooked in the kitchens, books read by the light of newly glazed windows. How many toddler feet stomped up and down the halls? Christmases, Thanksgivings, and Easters shared with family and friends in the dining rooms, and games played in the parlors. What happened to the people? Continue reading
Sometimes, when I struggle to find the right words to convey what I’m seeing in my mind, I resort to searching Wikimedia Commons or Morgue File for pictures that give my creativity a boost. Here are a few that helped me in the telling of Alex and Desiree’s story. Continue reading