I have been a writer all my life, albeit absent from the publishing world for a long time after the death of my mentor, legendary agent Clyde Taylor of Curtis Brown, and a long-forced hiatus due to illness, now cured.  Although I didn't pursue publishing through the years of my illness, I never stopped writing.  My memoir, Terror at The Sound Of A Whistle, recently debuted, followed by the first of several published short stories.

 

Besides the memoir and soon-to-be-released short stories, also published by Running Wild Press, there are novels, more short stories, essays, a stockpile of yet-to-be-published literary works, and a cookbook of recipes and reminiscences from Cape Cod and the Vineyard.  I live on Cape Cod, with my husband, Skip Bell, and two cats, where I write full-time.

Many years ago, as I was sitting at my desk shortly after an incident at a railroad crossing, I heard a frightening sound.  Very distinctly.  The shrill and haunting sound of a train whistle!  Hours later, while sitting in front of my computer screen, there came a voice.  My childhood voice.  My little girl voice.  She was insistent on being listened to, so I started to type every word she told me about what happened so long ago in and around that mysterious Victorian house on a hill. 

 

She had a wedding on her mind.  She wanted to go back to where it started.  I heard her say, 'It was the year we were almost three.'  Jimmy had told her, 'Hey, I got this idea, know what we could do?'  As she remembered, I listened.  And she told me about how it was way back then, about those flawed people I loved so dearly; about Jimmy, about me, about Jimmy and me, about everything I had kept dormant for all those years.  

 

She told me the truth of what had happened so long ago.  This story is about love, drama, loss, grief, and eventually, understanding and redemption."     
                                               …Caroline