It’s confession time this morning, as I finish my first cup of coffee. They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. But, no more. Confessions magazines have gone the way of dinosaurs and World Book. My mother would never let me read one of those magazines, although they […]
Nov 18, 2024
Confessions and Coffee
By Blanche Manos · 7 Comments
Filed Under: Musings · Tagged: confessions magazines, markets, mysteries., selling, stories
Sep 28, 2024
Just Between Friends
By Blanche Manos · 2 Comments
Agnes shook her head. “So, Mildred bought a house that was haunted? If she truly believed that, why would she do such a dumb thing? Clara sipped her tea. “Of course, she didn’t know that, at the time.” Agnes chuckled. “So, who or what is supposed to haunt this place? And, by the […]
May 28, 2024
Affected By What You Read
By Blanche Manos · 2 Comments
I’m loving those stories my friends tell me, about their reactions to my cozy mysteries. One of my dear friends has just finished By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. She likes the way Ned, Pat, and Jackie get together for coffee and to talk over their latest dilemma. The really neat part, though, is […]
May 17, 2024
But Where Do They Come From?
By Blanche Manos · 2 Comments
I don’t believe in fairies. Of course, I don’t. They show up only in children’s stories of years ago, those magical little folk who can nip through the air, appearing and disappearing as they wish. And yet, when I see mushrooms that have popped up in my grass overnight, I wonder just what, exactly, goes […]
Nov 10, 2023
Thoughts
By Blanche Manos · 2 Comments
Do you ever wake in the darkness before dawn and lie in bed, just thinking? It’s in those moments that thoughts, both good and bad, come creeping. Things that we suppress during the day find this is a good time to keep us awake. Maybe it’s then that we are at our creative best. Francis […]
Oct 14, 2023
Go Against the Flow
By Blanche Manos · 2 Comments
I’m in the midst of a work in progress which centers around a protagonist who’s in her 80s. The time is the last century. This involves a journey backward to a time that was slower and should have been more peaceful, but in the case of Miss Tootsie, it wasn’t. Peaceful, that is. As I […]
