Good morning. I am Darcy Campbell, Blanche and Barbara’s lead character in their cozy mystery series. You’ve met my mother, Flora Tucker, and me in The Cemetery Club and Grave Shift. Barbara and Blanche have completed the third book, Best Left Buried and Blanche has asked me to tell you about a few of the people you’ll meet within […]
Oct 28, 2013
And Now, Let Me Introduce You…
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This morning, I have given full rein to my imagination. Please suspend reality with me and travel to Levi, Oklahoma, during a cold, snowy winter. Darcy Campbell, the lead character in Barbara’s and my mother/daughter sleuths trilogy, is going to introduce you to a few of the characters you will meet in her latest cozy […]
Oct 23, 2013
A Blessing for Writers and Readers
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May our tongues always be the pens of ready writers, never running out of a wellspring of words and the most engaging way of saying them. May our thoughts be open to inspiration and divine guidance and our fingers able to translate those thoughts into words on paper. A never-ending stream of eager followers, encouraging, […]
Oct 17, 2013
The Second Earthquake
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After a few excursions into other realms of writing, I’m back this morning with my consuming passion–writing cozy mysteries. Before I quote from Grave Shift, though, I’d like to share a couple of other quotes that I’ve found inspiring. I don’t know who wrote them but whoever it was, I’m glad he or she did. “On my […]
Oct 7, 2013
The Mysterious Maneuverings of My Meandering Mind
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I like words. They are my stock in trade. Each morning I get a word and its meaning, derivation, etc., from alphaDictionary.com. This morning’s word is degustation. It means to savor something in small bites, such as trying small portions of everything on the menu. That’s mostly how I savor sales of my books: in small bites. […]
Sep 23, 2013
Monday Morning Meanderings
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This morning my thoughts are like the leaves that are beginning to fall here and there in my yard: one thought here, two or three over there, and when a wind blows through, scattering them in all different directions. It is dark this morning, of course, because I’ve gotten up before the sun yet again […]
