It is very hard to write when someone is staring unblinkingly at me. Why does he dislike the computer? Where is the mystery-loving dog who is supposed to be a warm companion as I spin spooky tales of terror? But, no. Only stares and now and thenĀ a deep-throated whine or a poke with a pointed […]
Furry Friends and Thoughts of Fall
·The furry friend I’m talking about is Nemo. An ongoing mystery: why does he sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer and […]
When History Is a Part of the Mystery
“What is that roar?” Nemo asked, ears perked up, tail at half-mast. “It’s just the FedEx truck,” I told him. “Maybe they’ve brought good news!” Ever alert and watchful, Nemo grumbled as I opened the door and took the box the polite FedEx man handed me. Was it what I thought it was? Tearing into […]
The Computer, Nemo, and a Mystery
·What is there about this computer that Nemo doesn’t like? To be more specific, why is it, when I sit down to write, Nemo sits down beside me, stares at me, and jabs my leg with his nose until I get up and turn him outside in order to have some peace? Does he know […]
The Long, Hot Summer Night
·It was the kind of night when squirrels jump from branch to branch just to feel the breeze, when fireflies dutifully light up a few times then crawl under a cool rock. This mystery writer turned on her borrowed box fan (thanks, Dawn) and, knowing it was useless to try writing, attempted to forget the […]