Some people who are very dear to me are cleaning out their garage, deciding what to keep and what to throw away. It’s a big job but when they are finished, they’ll have room for more important things. Until then, though, those old, useless things are just taking up space. Their cluttered garage is like […]
Mar 9, 2024
Character Conversation
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I talk to the characters in my books. They have personalities and minds of their own. Sometimes, it’s a struggle to decide which would fit best in the story I’m writing–my thoughts or my character’s. Usually, my character is right. Me: Ned, I don’t believe you would go off hunting for an Indian message tree […]
Feb 29, 2024
A Body Under the Bridge
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Hey, Cozy Mystery fans! Here’s a continuing excerpt from my current work in progress. Heroine is Miss Tootsie. Time is 1920s. Place: small town. Chapter Five The sun shone warm against Miss Tootsie’s face as she trudged down the hill toward the bakery on Monday morning. Cocoa wasn’t with her. The little dog had […]
Feb 20, 2024
A Fearful Feeling
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What little sleep I got the rest of that fractured night came in snatches, punctuated by dreams of being chased by faceless intruders. By 5 a.m. I could no longer stand the nightmares. Dragging myself out of bed, I slipped into my jeans and a red T-shirt and staggered downstairs to plug in the old, […]
Jan 22, 2024
Rattle of Ice
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Ice rattles on leaves this morning as freezing rain falls. Of all winter weather, this is my least favorite kind. I wonder about the birds. Do they have thickets to hide in? I think a well-placed frozen raindrop on a feathered head just might do it in. There’s no wind. The trees stand stiff and […]
Jan 18, 2024
A Mystery Solved?
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Agnes wrapped her arms around herself as she sat at the table. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop shaking and she didn’t think she’d ever be warm again. The sheriff opened his hand and let fall a small, circular object onto the table. Candlelight glinted on gold beneath the accumulated grime. Agnes […]
