The coffee is hot. The honey bran muffins are just out of the oven. Sky is overcast, as if it may rain today. Will it? Weather is iffy. You can’t count on it, except you can count on it to be changeable. A couple of years ago, I bought a dilapidated Woman’s World, December 1918. […]
Jun 19, 2019
It’s Coming!
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Great news! Yesterday, the mailman delivered the proof to the third Ned McNeil cozy mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. Yippee! Release date is just around the corner. It’s coming. As frosting on the cake, Pen-L.com has Moonstruck and Murderous on their list of Coming Soon books. Just click on this link: http://pen-l.com/ComingSoon.html Or, to go to […]
Jun 7, 2019
And What Is So Rare as a Sunny Day?
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Rain running in rivulets down the driveway and into the street, raindrops spattering the deck and sliding off leaves, rain drumming, drumming on the roof–it’s a great way to start the day. Sunny days are getting to be a rarity. I’m excited about the upcoming release of Moonstruck and Murderous. Soon, I’ll reveal the […]
May 29, 2019
Will the Real Ned McNeil Stand Up?
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Ned McNeil is the main gal in three cozy mysteries concerning a historical house and moonlight. She doesn’t actively go looking for trouble, but it always finds her. She has courage but she also has her share of doubts and fears. I think you’ll like her. I do. Ned is the shortened version of […]
May 21, 2019
The Magic Wand of Time
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The morning is dark and cool. We’re under a tornado watch and a flood warning. Last night’s weather was wicked in many places and I haven’t yet heard of all the damage done in Oklahoma and other states. Sunday, as we drove to the cemetery for Decoration Day, we were amazed to see evidence of […]
May 15, 2019
Cornered With Nowhere to Run
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An excerpt from the soon-to-be-released Moonstruck and Murderous. Ned has gotten herself cornered. I took a deep breath. I was in a tight place with little room to move. Pushing against the inglenook’s brick wall to give myself leverage, I stood up. The brick under my hand moved. What? Was the mortar so aged […]
