This all started when I was driving past the old, shutdown prison and the water treatment plant. I forgot about how bad the water treatment plant smelled because I haven’t been in that area in a while. After noticing the plant with my eyes and nose, I thought back to an episode of Ghost Adventures I watched a few months ago about the prison right next to the plant and how they weren’t allowed to go into the execution room because it was still in use.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.