A huge announcement this morning–that long-awaited date has arrived. The latest Ned McNeil cozy mystery, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon is here, released, debuted, launched, and presented! Am I excited? Well, just a tad. You met Ned (Miss Ann always calls her Nettie) in Moonlight Can Be Murder. You went with her into […]
Jul 30, 2017
Old as Time; New Every Morning
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It sounds like a riddle, doesn’t it? What’s as old as time, yet new every morning? But, it isn’t a riddle and it isn’t something hard and convoluted. It’s really quite simple–it’s love. Recently, my niece sent me some photos she found in her mom and dad’s album. As I looked through old family pictures, […]
Jul 25, 2017
The Computer, Nemo, and a Mystery
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What is there about this computer that Nemo doesn’t like? To be more specific, why is it, when I sit down to write, Nemo sits down beside me, stares at me, and jabs my leg with his nose until I get up and turn him outside in order to have some peace? Does he know […]
Jul 20, 2017
That Shivery, Silvery, Spooky Old Moon
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What strange and shivery things happen under the light of the silvery moon? What frightful shadows move quickly across the grass only to disappear in the darkness of the trees? Was it only a nightmare or was Ned McNeil in very real danger from something unknown? Sure enough, yesterday the UPS man delivered the […]
Jul 18, 2017
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening
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Ah! To be cool! And comfortable! What a glorious feeling. Last evening, the house was cool once more. The air conditioner is fixed. Only a wire had jarred loose from the unit and that was easily replaced. I’m rejoicing this morning. It’s like the old saying, You don’t miss the water till the well runs […]
Jul 17, 2017
The Long, Hot Summer Night
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It was the kind of night when squirrels jump from branch to branch just to feel the breeze, when fireflies dutifully light up a few times then crawl under a cool rock. This mystery writer turned on her borrowed box fan (thanks, Dawn) and, knowing it was useless to try writing, attempted to forget the […]
