It’s an Ireland kind of morning. A mist rises over rivers and lakes. The ground is damp with rain, the air is crisp and cool. Beneath the stillness and calm, mystery lurks. Always, mystery, reminding me of that distant, enchanting island nestled like a green emerald in the Irish Sea. One of the fascinating […]
Apr 4, 2019
Something About That Mysterious Morning
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The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound. Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning […]
Mar 29, 2019
The End Has Come
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The last edit is finished and Moonstruck is complete. The good guys were triumphant as the bad guys met defeat. Ned had an adventure and writing it was fun, but I’ve got that empty feeling, now that it’s said and done. I guess I might be lonely for fictitious Ednalee and Ned and Pat […]
Mar 26, 2019
It Scared Even Me
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When a mystery scares the author, its ranking on the fright level goes way up. In places, Moonstruck and Murderous scared even me, its creator. It is not for the faint-hearted. Ned McNeil has a knack for getting into tight places. Some of this is due to her own carelessness or being too trusting; […]
Mar 23, 2019
The Body in the Cemetery
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It was a spring day when Darcy and Flora went to Goshen Cemetery. It was a little later than it is now–May, in fact. It would soon be time for the annual Decoration Day at the Cemetery and Flora, being on the Cemetery Board, wanted to make sure everything was in readiness. Birds sang, the […]
Mar 11, 2019
The Mystery of a Small, Gray Cat
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This morning, a small gray cat is slipping quietly through my thoughts. I think of her often, D. C., the cat who was with us the longest. She was actually my son’s cat, but she and I understood each other. She could look at me and communicate that she would like a bite of […]
