A Special Touch of Magic in the Air

A Special Touch of Magic in the Air

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 […]

Moonlight is a Black Friday Special

Moonlight is a Black Friday Special

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 […]

Ned McNeil is Thankful to be Alive

Ned McNeil is Thankful to be Alive

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. […]

Words Are Weapons Too

Words Are Weapons Too

Was it really fifty-three years ago? How strange it seems to look back at the assassination of John F. Kennedy and realize it was so long ago. For those of us old enough to remember, we know where we were and what we were doing when we heard the unbelievable words that the President of […]

One Wheel’s Off of the Little Red Wagon

One Wheel’s Off of the Little Red Wagon

Axle grease–a few years ago, it came in a can. It was black, tarry stuff that you smeared on the axle of a wheel to keep everything greased and going along as it should. Neglect it, and the wheel would start to squeak and, at last, fall off. Manners, courtesy, behavior–they’re sort of like axle grease, […]

Who Are You, Really?

Who Are You, Really?

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 […]