One of the most fun things about writing cozy mysteries is creating characters and developing those characters into becoming. Becoming what, you may ask. Becoming real in the mind of the writer and reader. Oh, I enjoy manufacturing a plot with plenty of chills and setting the whole thing down in a place that may […]
May 9, 2018
Over the Back Yard Fence
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Feelings are aired and problems are shared over the back yard fence. Do we need fewer privacy fences and more of the picket and chain link variety? Just a thought. Privacy fences are good for–well–privacy. The other kind is good for getting to know your neighbor. Yesterday, Peg and I happened to be in our […]
Apr 10, 2018
What Lay Beneath the Moonlight?
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What Lay Beneath the Moonlight? An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking near? Or was it just the moonlight and an old, remembered fear? Secrets lay beneath the soil that none alive now […]
Apr 4, 2018
My Coffee, Gregg Shorthand, My Wicked Imagination
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Coffee has gotten me through some difficult situations. So has Gregg shorthand. Oh yes, those shorthand instructors in high school and college would be proud of me. After yea, these many years, I still remember. And, boy! Does it come in handy. When I’m in a situation where I’m uncomfortable or bored or a bit […]
Mar 26, 2018
One Mind, Two Hands, a New Personality
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In the third Ned McNeil cozy mystery, the whole mystery centers around an old woman who recently died in a nursing home. Because she is the basis for the story, I have to know all about her before I can introduce her to you. That means I must write a back story. That’s the fascinating […]
Mar 3, 2018
Beautiful, Lowly Mud Puddles
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Okay, let’s face it–a mud puddle is about the lowest thing in life. But, it has an undeserved reputation because I’ve never seen a puddle on the ground that was muddy–at least, until someone stepped in it. Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help that they happen to be in a low spot and […]
