A couple of days back, we established that first lines of a story are important. But, what if a reader picks up a book, ruffles through, and reads one of those middle lines? What if she is looking for the exciting climax, the near-death experience of the heroine? Those middle lines are important too! This […]
Jan 22, 2019
Famous First Lines
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When you pick up a book, what attracts you first? The cover picture or do you open to the first page and read the first line? Here are the first lines from each of my seven books, The Darcy and Flora series and the Ned McNeil series. The third Ned book, Moonstruck and Murderous, is not […]
Jan 15, 2019
An Altared Murder Case
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For a couple of years, the Cozy Critters (my critique group) and I have talked about a cozy mystery where they are the principal players. So, I’ve finally gotten around to starting one. It’s just for fun; I don’t intend to send it to a publisher. And, I’ve narrowed the group of friends in this […]
Jan 2, 2019
You Can’t Believe Everything You Hear About Ednalee, Oklahoma
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Yesterday, we took a peek at the New Year’s resolutions made by some of the residents of Levi, Oklahoma, including Darcy Campbell and Flora Tucker. Today, we travel over to Ednalee and see what Ned McNeil and some of her friends are resolving for the brand new year of 2019. Miss Ann: I thought I’d grown […]
Jan 1, 2019
Resolutions from Levi, Oklahoma
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This morning, I thought it would be fun to hear a few of the New Year’s resolutions of the good citizens of Levi, Oklahoma. Sad to say, some won’t be around to make resolutions but for those who made it through, here’s what they are saying: Burke Hopkins: I don’t believe much in resolutions. I just […]
Dec 27, 2018
A Wild and Frightening Flight
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“Come on, Mom!” I shouted. “Run!” “Hand in hand, we skirted the fallen man and darted out the back door. Rain and wind struck us like a wall. Mom slipped and fell. “I lost my house shoe,” she wailed as I pulled her out of a puddle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the killer […]
