If you have visited Maria Norcia Santillanes’ blog page, Whiskey Tales, you know it is entertaining, informative, and colorful. This morning, I am pleased to guest for Maria for the second time. Take a peek here for a brief run-down of all my mysteries, called Those Shivery Cozies. And while you are there, look around. This entertaining blog […]
Jul 20, 2016
Are Some Things Best Left Buried?
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Excerpt from Best Left Buried. This woman’s manner so rankled me that I had a tough time controlling my voice. “If the land is yours already, Eileen, do I need to deed it to you?” “Just to be sure there is no question farther on down the line, I think that might be a wise […]
Jun 26, 2016
Feet Beneath the Surface
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When I look at a completed book, beautiful and inviting with its shiny cover, whether it’s mine or someone else’s, I think how effortless it looks, like someone just wrinkled her nose and presto! There was the finished product. The only people who know better are the author, publisher, and editor. Take, for example, the […]
Jun 11, 2016
Where the Lost Things Are
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My friend Jane has some interesting dreams and sometimes uses them in a story or poem. I do too, occasionally. Last night, I had a most interesting dream about a 1967 Ford Mustang. My husband and I bought the Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior […]
Apr 29, 2016
Is It Really Morning?
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What a great morning for a cozy mystery! The morning is as dark as twilight; thunder grumbles through the heavens and the whole scene is punctuated with flashes of lightning. I love mornings like this! My neighbor’s car hurries down the hill, a dark shape with headlights shimmering on the wet street. Nemo hears the […]
Apr 3, 2016
The Blotting Paper Syndrome
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Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]
