I was raised in Texas, but have never considered myself a 'Texan'. You see, there's this level of Texas patriotism I've never aspired to or quite grasped. Or perhaps it's never grasped me.
Most of our family lives there and we make the yearly trek each summer (which is happening next month), but have no desire to ever move back. I mean, we'd love to be closer to our family...just not in Texas.
And I'm not completely sure why.
Is it the sweltering summers (May-September)? The fact there is a Wal-Mart and a Dairy Queen in every town no matter the population? The obnoxiously large pick up trucks (many with either longhorns strapped across the front, a Rebel flag proudly displayed in the back window, or those silver...well, you've seen them...dangling from the bumper)? The concrete that seems to go on forever? Are these stereotypes? Yes. Is there truth to them? Indeed - trust me.
But this isn't a 'let's bash Texas' post. There is beauty there - plenty of it.
and of course, this...
My current WiP is partly set in Texas. I'd put it off long enough and it was time. And even though the majority of the book takes place on an island, there will be small tidbits that are ALL Texas, a secret love letter of sorts. Because I do love Texas even though I may not proudly display it on a t-shirt or say it...EVER. A piece of my heart does belong to Texas...for better or worse.
My first novel was a LONG love letter to Hawaii (another post for another time). Any places or people you've reconciled with through writing?
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