In my beloved Swamps surrounding my fictional town of Lake Wheatley Mother Nature does nothing in singles. There are numerous shades of green on the early spring buds. There are multiple species of bugs competing for each of floras and fawnas. I continue to have various questionable spellings. Multiple colors and brands of trucks line up at the fishermen’s loading ramps for a stiff very early morning competition. Even the weathermen are confused over the multiple early spring forecasts: sunny, partly sunny, rainy, windy, pollen count, thunderstorms, hail, tomatoes, (opps, tornadoes)
I’m a fan, a big one, of Mother Nature. Her multiples appear in my books, my Swamp setting novels. My characters tend to follow her lead by jumping into multiple suspenseful adventures. In my latest, Swamp Home, why couldn’t Garret just enjoy a quiet kayak ride? Why did she have to discover a naked body floating in the weeds? When she went shopping in the community thrift shop why did she become a victim of a kidnapping? Why didn’t she just buy those old National Geographics and get out of there? Why didn’t Cain just stay home with Ramsey instead of going to a deadly Friday night high school football game? Multiples.
I love Mother Nature, my readers, and multiples.
Eleanor Tatum 
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