The leaves are falling from the trees, in a hurry to leave their spring and summer home and take up residence on the ground. At this time of year, it is easy to let melancholy thoughts creep in. Warm weather with its flowers and activities is past, over and done with! So, like the puppies in […]
Nov 26, 2016
A Special Touch of Magic in the Air
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A special touch of magic is in the air…something fleeting, warm, and lovely. It must be the whisper of a coming special day–Christmas! Thanks to all of you who made Black Friday for Moonlight Can Be Murder a cozy success! For one day only, it was 99 cents on Amazon and now it is scheduled to […]
Nov 25, 2016
Moonlight is a Black Friday Special
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How much of me is written into my cozy mysteries? Specifically, in Moonlight Can Be Murder, how many of Ned’s thoughts are my thoughts? Would I react to chilling situations with her courage? Probably not. But then, I doubt that anybody is going to will me a Victorian house or a bank account or a lock box with […]
Nov 23, 2016
Ned McNeil is Thankful to be Alive
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As a Thanksgiving gift to you, my readers, I’m giving you a sneak preview of one of the chapters of my work-in-progress, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. It is a sequel to Moonlight Can Be Murder. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for you, the fans of Darcy Campbell, Flora Tucker, and Ned McNeil. […]
Nov 20, 2016
Who Are You, Really?
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Does writing tend to call out the real person hiding inside some of us? Are you a closet writer? Who are you, really? The birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson was just a few days ago. His family wanted him to be a lighthouse keeper. He had other ideas and pursued those dreams. I’m very glad […]
Nov 19, 2016
Muddled Thoughts in Passing
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I haven’t finished my first cup of Folgers yet so my thoughts are understandably muddled, sort of here and there and nowhere in particular. Continuing the weather story from yesterday–the temperature kept dropping and dropping. Wind blew, sailing colored leaves like air-born boats before it. Cold! No rain, though. If some had planned to head […]
