The morning is chilly, almost cold. Is it really June? Sunlight tips the treetops and the day opens before me. What will I do with the gift of another perfect day?
Thoughts of yet a third Ned McNeil cozy mystery keep running through my head. What can I do with these imaginary plots and characters except put them on paper?
Real-life mysteries exist all around me–life experiences, questions without answers–all these can be changed a bit and used in a story. Houses, for example. I lived in several different houses as I grew up, in one that was said to be haunted. I posted a picture of it yesterday on the You Might Be From Tahlequah If…Facebook page. It was known as the Hastings House and I wrote a story about it for The Tahlequah Daily Press back in 1985. I remember the old hardware on the doors, the beautiful floors, the fireplaces. During the short time my family and I lived there, I felt as if I did not belong in that house. It was not a welcoming house to me. You see, it had been built, in the nineteenth century, for someone else but she died before the house was completed. Anyway, that would be quite a backdrop for a mystery or a romance.
This isn’t the nineteenth century and the past is the past. However, it’s interesting to look back at it and take snippets of it to tuck into a cozy mystery written in the present.
Sunlight is chasing away the chill of early morning. It slips lower among tree branches and dapples the grass. A new day has truly begun.
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