Welcome to the blog.
Hi, my name is Carol Ann Ross, and I am an author.
I live on beautiful Topsail Island on the North Carolina Coast. Life is good when you get to do what you love, and I love writing about the people who surround me and this island where I spend most of my time.
Through my writing, you will have the opportunity to explore some of the magic of this amazing place--and it is amazing. As a child it was my "never, never land"--as an adult it still is.
Here on the blog, you will find a variety of topics from beach posts, to writing tips and everything in between. I invite you to follow along on this fascinating journey of a self-published author
This is sorta what the cover of my new book ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS will look like when it comes out . I’m proud to say that the fantastic photographer and artist, Sue Benden, is creating my cover this time. Thank you so much, my friend. ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS should be out mid July. Thanks for hanging in readers, and being patient. Now, on to the next project, THE SHORE OF THE WIDE WORLD. “SHORE” is set in the 60s on Topsail-I’ve already begun talking with a few folks from that era and digging around for the “facts” I…Read More
Our little bridge seems like eons ago. Since the construction of the new high-rise, traffic has increased, population has increased, COVID has certainly not stopped construction– our little beach town has so changed that I do not recognize it. Let go, let go, let go I keep telling myself and for the most part, I have. One has to do that, let go of the past, to survive. But how I love looking back on those days when life was so much slower and simpler than it is today. I like the brightness of soft and joyful memories-hold on to…Read More
It’s been a while since I’ve posted something here, been getting my ducks in a row. They look pretty straight now, so here goes–Work on ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS, is progressing. Not as quickly as I would have liked, but it is doing so. The premise here–oh my, even bad guys are human. Now think of how frail we are all, how susceptible we are to…everything. This story has been fun in a twisted sort of way. I do hope my readers like this book, finishing it up now and getting ready to send it to my editor. So I’m…Read More
Nearing completion, I thought I’d offer a little snippet of what the new book has to offer. Hope you like it. Hopefully it will be out by mid JUne. Rae pushed past the empty crate boxes stacked willy nilly among the marsh grasses and softly spewed curse words as she progressed beyond old fishing buoys and decaying nets. Eyeing the one armed crabs scurrying from hole to hole, hiding as a foot neared, raising their one claw in defense, she cursed again, “What the frigging’ hell are all these little things?” Rae kicked at the tiny crustaceans and moved forward…Read More
Yooza, Yooza, Yooza. Finally made it in to this, been trying for a while. The 21st and 22nd…y’all come now. Lots of vendors from all over our area, many you’ve never seen before. All kinds of stuff by artisans talented beyond belief. Make a day of it in downtown Wilmington!Read More
The above picture is of the CLOUD NINE, my father’s fishing boat. The one I worked on for a few years..great times! I use those times often in my writing, they take me to a place I’ll never forget. Yes, the past was a great place-a place I personally like to visit but not live. I’m presently finishing the last (at least for a while) book in my murder mystery series-ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS, and have been doing some research into my next novel. It will be set in the 60s and so that’s where my head will be…Read More
Every year around this time I pay homage to the daffodil, my favorite flower. So once again, here is a pic of ‘a host of golden daffodils.’ These jocund flora offer such promise and hope as they burst forth from still cold ground-(the reason I love them). There is always hope even in the darkest hour. Trying to get through the dreary winter, the daffodil reminds us that spring is coming. And for me, that other wonderful things are just around the corner too-new friends, old friends, things we have no idea will come. Wordsworth said it best: For oft,…Read More