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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

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By Carol Ann Ross

To be quite honest I have not thought much about our little bridge since its demise. I tend to do that–erase things that  weigh on my heart, I sort of shut down until I can cope with it. It’s been a year, or nearly one, since they hauled our history away and I guess that’s the way I see the departure of the swing bridge–our history-what makes us who we are (or were), being dismissed, forgotten–as if it was never really that important. That bridge MADE US SLOW DOWN.  It made us take time whether we liked it or not.…

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a plethora of eccentricity

By Carol Ann Ross

I finally realized what it is about Surf City and Topsail Beach that makes us so unique, so really cool–and that is that this little sand bar (everyone calls it an island) offers a plethora of eccentric  personalities. I mean, why in the world does anybody want to be like someone else? It’s the individual soul that soars, and boy does Topsail Island have its fair share of those. The most interesting of these souls is the free lancer, not the guy who came here to get rich, (and suck the life and beauty our of our little stretch of…

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The good old days

By Carol Ann Ross

Not sure who the man on the left is, not sure about the fish either, but the tall blonde on the right is Slim Rackley. I remember him, man was he tall (especially to a little kid) and a nice guy too. He was the first cop we had on the island, starting in the 1950s. Back then a lot of ex Marines settled down on Topsail to raise their families, to have a simpler life after WWII and Korea–not expecting to get rich, just live life in a place not swarming with bad guys and sheister’s.  Oh well, all…

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got crabs?

By Carol Ann Ross

    look familiar? these are those little bitty crabs that hang out in the marsh when its low tide. They are cute, aren’t they? They’re always to quick for me to pick up and examine, but I guess that’s a good thing. Anyway, they have a bit part in the new book ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS. (they are a bunch of little things, aren’t they?) I’m really getting into this book (something new is always exciting) and the new character Kae. A sneak peek–Kae learns a whole lot about life in this book-lots of eye opening passages in this…

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Ob la di, ob la da

By Carol Ann Ross

Life does go on –until it doesn’t anymore. In the meantime we all do our best-(or at least what we think we are capable of). Some people sleep well with their choices, others do not. ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS, the 6th book in the mystery series, is about those people and if you’ve been reading the Topsail Island Mystery series, you know of whom I write. I like to think that my books are not just murder stories but are about the ups and downs, the struggles, disappointments and joys we all have in our lives. QUOTE: “Life is not…

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Latest episode

By Carol Ann Ross

This is sort of what the cover of the new book will look like. Still tweaking and will be doing so for quite a while. But I do have the title– ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS. Guess I do it bass ackwards, have to have a title before I can start a book. So, I’m off. Hopefully this one will be done by next spring. Excerpts will be posted periodically.  Still hawking for students for the writing class at CFCC. For more info on that go to the college website. Thanks and hope to C U there.

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Sunday morning

By Carol Ann Ross

Often at the Topsail Beach market I’ll mention to folks that there is a picture from the 1930s on my blog but that it was posted years ago. It’s a real drag to have to scroll through all my stuff just to get to it, so I posted this lovely photo again. Look at our dunes covered in sea grasses, the squatty water oaks in the distance–beauty is a simple thing. It is not ornate. Yes, this was the best place to grow up. QUOTE: “Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his…

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sailing

By Carol Ann Ross

If you’ve ever been in one of my writing classes you may have heard me talk about skiffs, sailboats and tankers. I liken them to people and thus to characters. All three, the skiff, sailboat and tanker traverse the water; each can handle different amounts of what the ocean has to offer. People experience a whole spectrum of emotions. If  they have experienced only a small amount of what is out there, never venturing into  deep water, then they are a skiff, but the oil tanker–ah, he does deep water all the time. Some people are skiffs some are sailboats…

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good day

By Carol Ann Ross

Geez, it’s been hot!  And I think this is one of the busiest summers I’ve ever seen. As much as I hate to admit it, the roundabouts, despite being too small, are helping with the flow of our busy summer traffic. Plus the the view from the bridge is fantastic.  So what is there to complain about? Not a darn thing. Just want to remind everybody to be careful of the undertow, wear plenty of sunscreen, be kind to the tourons,  (they just don’t know any better and they are visiting our home) And if any tourists are reading, please…

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A good momma bird

By Carol Ann Ross

A friend and I were sitting on her deck, enjoying the day–you know, complaining about the traffic, the trash on the beach, the trash on the beach–hmm. Anyway, we were having a ball just chatting away when all of a sudden this little guy flew into one of the railings on her porch. “Oh my gosh!” we both exclaimed-and we wondered if the poor little bird was dead or dazed. Fortunately it was only dazed-we were glad and just as we were about to go to his aid Momma bird flew up to examine her baby. She made a fuss–chirping…

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