When you look at the picture below this post, do you see a beautiful dragonfly, green gauzy wings iridescent in the sun, able to fly in six different directions, snapping up mosquitoes, gnats, and other annoying pests? You don’t? That is actually what this little creature is–a dragonfly in its early stages of development. In a […]
Oct 18, 2013
Bright Moon, White Moon
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The full moon shines a white path down my street this morning. What is there about moonlight that makes a familiar world appear mysterious? The lunar night-light is certainly the subject of many songs, poems, and stories, and inspired the title of my current mystery, the one I’m working on, called Moonlight Can Be Murder. Each […]
Oct 17, 2013
The Second Earthquake
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After a few excursions into other realms of writing, I’m back this morning with my consuming passion–writing cozy mysteries. Before I quote from Grave Shift, though, I’d like to share a couple of other quotes that I’ve found inspiring. I don’t know who wrote them but whoever it was, I’m glad he or she did. “On my […]
Oct 16, 2013
It Happened One Summer
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It Happened One Summer by Blanche Day Manos All Rights Belong to the Author First off, let me tell you that I do not believe in reincarnation. This is just a silly flight of fancy and I hope I don’t offend anyone. I wrote it strictly tongue-in-cheek, just for fun. I had no one in […]
Oct 15, 2013
A Cat and His Man
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A Cat and His Man, Part II (These are the same characters as in yesterday’s, “A Man and His Cat”. Nanci thought it sounded better to put the cat first since it is told from his viewpoint so today I’m trying that way on for size to see how it fits. Jake stepped inside the […]
Oct 14, 2013
A Man and His Cat
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A Man and His Cat A Flight of Fancy by Blanche Day Manos Fred the cat was happy in the tumbledown, comfortable house he shared with Jake. He liked the soft feel of the worn floor and the way that floor squeaked when Jake shuffled across it. He liked the sag in the ceiling and […]
