Like, LIKE him.”Īt fifteen, I knew I could never, ever, ever admit it. As we grew, our communication morphed from handwritten letters to rambling emails with subject lines like ‘AAAAAHHHHHHH(part 7)’.Īt eleven, I had the shocking thought, “I like him. Our first ‘letters’ were handprints, traced by our mothers at the bottoms of their own correspondence. I grew up with a pen pal–a blond, blue-eyed boy with fire running through his veins. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been scurrying about my daily life, only to stop in my tracks and marvel at how beautiful and unique each sunset is.įavorite Adventure (real or bookish): For me, there’s no adventure cooler than the one I get to live. Every single evening, the setting sun hits them in a different way, painting the rocks red and gold, pink and orange. I guess we’ll say marshmallows, because an undercooked marshmallow isn’t likely to make anyone sick.įavorite Wonder (real or bookish): There’s a section of mountains that I can see from my dining room window.

Call it a downside of living where you can literally cook eggs on the asphalt. The Lamb Among the Stars trilogy by Chris Walleyįavorite Meat (or other food) to cook over a campfire: Campfires and I do not coexist often. The Prydain Chronicles by Lloyd Alexander (specifically the Black Cauldron) (I guess technically it’s from a book, but it’s from one I wrote soo…)Įssential Writer Items:A large mug filled with decaf black tea or coffee with half-and-half but no sugar, my journal and story notebook, a fidget item of some kind, and something to block out noise.įavorite Book(s): I can’t possibly pick just one, so… Do they need a hug? Quiet space? Hot chocolate? I mean, even that could have its downsides, but at least people would feel seen and heard.Ĭatchphrase: Chin up. I guess a good mundane superpower would be to automatically know what someone needs in the moment just by looking at them.

Is it silly to say I don’t want one? I feel like they always have to come with a catch, or a price paid by the wielder.

Oh, and to reflect light into the darkest places through the power of story. Quest: To find the perfect fish and chips. She may forget to drink enough water, but the tea kettle will always be on, and her Homely House in the desert is always open to those seeking refuge from the cares of life.įollow Brigitte on Instagram and Pinterest, and don’t forget to check out her website!Ĭheck out our Uncommon Author Interview with Brigitte! In addition to admiring the glorious Arizona sunsets, praying for rain, and reminding her children not to touch the cactus, she enjoys playing video games with her friends and family, reading entire fantasy books in one sitting, and listening to Christian Reggaeton with the bass turned up. After almost ten years, it’s safe to say that it’s grown on her. Brigitte Cromey didn’t plan on falling in love with the desert.

Moonscript by H.S.J. Williams