I’ve always loved Halloween. It was the one night of the year I could dress up and be anything I wanted. One year I was a gypsy, the next I was a rock star, another I was Raggedy Ann.

Maybe that’s why I became a writer. I could live out the fantasy of being someone else or being somewhere else in a book. In a book, the heros always won and the bad guy got what he deserved.

xoxo
Jodi