Drovers Gap

On a rainy November evening, recollecting where I started writing my first novel, the night Callie and Dave invited us to dinner at Zuma Coffee and the fiddler woman sang. Over the next year, a few hasty scribbles on a napkin grew into The Summer Boy. It's still in print.

Any of you writers out there remember where you began your first book?

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