And a Little Child Shall Lead Them

And a Little Child Shall Lead Them

My coffee this morning, looked strange. It wasn’t the dark, robust liquid that usually poured into my cup from the coffee maker. In fact, it hadn’t a speck of color because I had put the water into the pot but forgot to put in the coffee. So, I, whose alertness depends on hot caffeine, dumped […]

The Warmth of a Cozy Critique

Yesterday’s cozy critique was a special time of sharing thoughts with friends. The only fly in the ointment was that Cozy Critter Jane was absent. Feel better soon, Jane. We missed you! This morning as I sit down in front of the computer with my cup of hot, strong Folger’s coffee, a profound truth comes […]

It’s a Fact–We Need Fiction

At three o’clock this morning, snow was flurrying. Dad would have said, “It’s spittin’ snow.” I don’t see any now but the weatherman said there’s a chance for more flurries. It’s a day for the fireplace blazing and staying snug inside with a good book. I’ve read a couple of Joanne Fluke’s cozies of late. […]

Whichever Way the Wind Blows

After a spring-like day yesterday, today we are back into winter. I heard the change roar in around 11:30 last night. Things outside began banging or rolling or whistling. I have never liked hearing the wind. My sympathy is with the animals in that. Wind makes them nervous and I can understand why. I’ve heard […]

Only in My Imagination

Writers have to have a pretty good imagination but many people having a good imagination are not writers. Imagination is a gift–if used in the right way. The dictionary says imagination is the ability to come up with new and creative ideas. I would add, “flights of fancy”. Fiction is the result of somebody’s imagination, […]

Song of the Lark

Song of the Lark

Inspiration–writers get it, need it, thrive on it, and sometimes it is as elusive as a passing thought. Not only writers–we all are inspired by others, by deeds, by heroism, or…by pictures! On my desk is a very small replica of a very famous painting, “Song of the Lark” by Breton. I don’t know much […]