Did you ever say hello to a groundhog? You might try it some time. The results could amaze you. People are always asking me, “Blanche, where do you get your story ideas?” I smile and say, “Oh, here and there, life, news stories, memories, wild imaginings.” But, that’s not actually the truth. I confess here […]
Mar 9, 2017
The Many Moods of Moonlight
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Moonlight! That mysterious lantern beaming down at us from above. I can hardly wait for you to see the cover of the newest Ned McNeil mystery coming out this year. I like it! It has, of course, the moon and guess what? There’s a circle around it. Now, we know a circle around the moon […]
Mar 5, 2017
Beam Me Up, Author
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How can an author help? Let’s face it. Some days, we want to be beamed up or whisked away to some place refreshing, different, exciting, fun, and leave our troubles far behind. Just for a little while. Just to get our second wind. In my opinion, nothing can beat a good book for taking me […]
Feb 27, 2017
Moonlight Can Be Deceitful
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Moonlight lies like a blessing along the roof of the old church, silvering the dark shingles. Like solemn eyes, the windows reflect the still light. Trees, silent sentinels, stand guard over church and cemetery, nodding their heads as a breeze moves among them. Year after year, century after century, the trees watch and listen. Grateful worshipers, happy […]
Feb 24, 2017
The Intriguing Mystery of History
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Old houses fascinate me. If they could talk, what stories they would tell of the people who have lived within their walls, of the good times and bad, of historic changes they’ve witnessed. Old houses are a part of history and I like to dig out the mysteries within them. For a time, quite a […]
Feb 12, 2017
The Chase Down Deertrack Hill
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A mile before reaching Deertrack Hill, those headlights moved even closer. In the mirror, the car reminded me of a dark monster with glowing eyes. Lightning flashed and I got a better look. I gasped and Mom turned toward me. “What is it, Darcy?” My throat felt dry. “That car following us, Mom; I can’t […]
