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
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…Read More
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…Read More
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…Read More
Hammerheads are sooo scary. I remember seeing one glide past our 40 foot fishing boat, and it seemed at least half as long. Maybe my fear made it larger than it was, but nevertheless, these man eaters are MANEATERS. YOW! But, lest my fear and ignorance judge them too quickly, there is a little known fact about hammerheads and their ilk: they may have genes that could save countless human lives. Yep! Recent studies have shown that sharks have an increased immunity to cancer due to their overall highly evolved immune systems. And it’s the scariest sharks out there, hammerheads…Read More
This photo is from 1959 and is where the little pink art shop and Island Inn are now. Kinda sparse back then, huh? You better believe we kids had a ball and such freedom–my, the freedom. It certainly was a different way of life back then and perhaps it spoiled some of us for the rest of the world and the “thinking inside the box” way of life. (of course, there are some hold outs) ANYWAY, life was good, life is good and you roll with the flow. Can anyone tell me who these kids are? QUOTE: “I don’t know…Read More
The sunrise is always amazing. It’s the birth of a new day-a new beginning. We get another chance with each new sunrise. Now, doesn’t that sound lofty and optimistic. Rather, as I sit here poised to write another sinister story, I think- what can my character be pissed off about today. It’s sort of difficult mustering another grouchy malcontent when I see beautiful sunrises, and the weather is gorgeous and wonderful people keep coming into my world. Ah, the toils of being an author. Think, I’ll go drive around the roundabout-and check out the trash on the beach-that should do…Read More
Wow! what 57 years will do to a place! Things sure have changed. This photo is of the island in 1962. Times change, people change, the landscape changes and maybe even our memories of the past change too. Topsail certainly was never never land back then, but we had no doctor, no dentist, and only the Superette for grocery shopping. However, we had plenty of sand dunes, clean water, clean beaches and the island seemed to belong to the residents. Someone once told me that everything is a compromise–hmmm. Pining for the past will not bring back those simple times,…Read More
The flood gates opened this past weekend with Memorial Day and man was it a busy, busy, packed and overflowing weekend. The bridge did seem to keep traffic flowing–slowly, but flowing. Did I mention slowly. I heard several people mention the length of time it took them to get from one point to another–well, I’ve always said the new bridge is like a skunk- pretty, but stinky at the end. The roundabouts are a general CF. But who am I –DOT knows all, sees all and is pretty much a deity.Besides that, it was a good weekend, a fine one…Read More
One can’t deny the subtle soft beauty of the sea and sky in the early morning haze, but the blubbery cnidarians dotting the shoreline brings a sense of “yuck” as I make my daily trek. I know, I know–they are God’s creatures too, but then so are slugs; however slugs don’t sting. Our little cannon ball or cabbage head jelly is probably one of the least most likely to sting you but if they do it can cause some real damage. Alas! There is beauty in everything and as I peer closer to the critter I notice the fine…Read More
Aint’t no way–nope, ain’t no way I’m going to be out on the ocean when it looks like this. Not by choice anyway. I can only imagine the terror–well, I have been out in about 8 foot seas, but that was long ago and I was too focused on trying to endure my situation, than to be afraid. Then there are the mountains–I like my land flat and sandy, thank you very much. But I did live in Asheville for a couple years and have driven through the Rockies of Utah. Scared the pee out of me. Mountains are pretty…Read More