In other times and places, Sharon calls herself an erstwhile unrequited archaeologist. The first part, “erstwhile,” refers to the handful of times she has actually been able to utilize her anthropology degree and participate in an excavation or two. The second part is more personal commentary: as much as she has enjoyed playing in the dirt, hunting for artifacts, and sought to gain a career doing such, it just hasn’t worked out the way she had hoped. Still, she has never forgotten the things she learned and will always have a tremendous appreciation for what her liberal arts education has revealed about history and culture.
Writing, however, has been a passion since grade school. Currently, she is deep within a novel she began a few years ago and intends to finish the full draft by this winter.
When she is not writing her novel, or just needs to take a break and visit other places/characters/worlds, she often comes to The Point where she can visit her favorite Crowe characters and indulge in a bit of world-building. She views fan fiction as a kind of playing with dolls and has found Mr. Crowe to be particularly admirable in his own “cellular” investigation of his own craft. It is always good to study the most successful and most talented! More than that, Gaslight has been a precious treasure trove of wonderful friends that have made hanging around worthwhile.
Sharon is a stay at home mom in the Houston area, a Texan born and bred, who loves the history of the 18th century, Western Civilization, the Silk Road, the United States, and Texas. She also loves to read fantasy, science fiction, westerns, detective, classic literature, and paranormal.
music and lyrics by Jay Unger
The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan
The pines and the willows know soon we will part
There’s a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken
And a love that will always remain in my heart
My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter
The magic of moving as one
And a time we’ll remember long ever after
The moonlight and music and dancing are done
Will we climb the hills once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will I feel you holding me close once again?
Will every song we’ve sung stay with us forever?
Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?
Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping
Over the lake the stars shine
They wonder if you and I will be keeping
The magic and music, or leave them behind