Another Look at a Writer’s Psalm

Another Look at a Writer’s Psalm

If you haven’t tried writing your own Psalm of praise and thanksgiving, why not give it a try? It’s fun and what better pattern to emulate than the Book of Psalms? Bless the Lord, O my writing. May all my plots and characters praise the One who put the love of writing in my heart. The […]

You Can’t Tell a Book By Its Cover–Or Can You?

You Can’t Tell a Book By Its Cover–Or Can You?

The first thing I notice about a new book is its cover. If the picture is intriguing, I’ll open the book, if not, I’m apt to pass it by. The covers of each of my cozy mysteries give hints about what is inside. The artist does a remarkable job of portraying the high points of […]

And Then There Were Six

And Then There Were Six

With the release of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon in a few more days, the number of books I’ll have written will increase to six. And, do you know, I believe I like Fright more than any of them. (Please keep in mind I say this about each book as I finish.) There’s […]

Tuesday Morning Coming Down

Tuesday Morning Coming Down

The porch swing was a good place to sit this morning. A bit chilly, but nice. Sunlight poked golden fingers through the tangled leaves of the trees. In the distance, a dove called. The robins were silent, too busy to do much chirping. The squirrels, never too busy for a wild romp, chased each other […]

Saying Good Morning to an Early June Day

Saying Good Morning to an Early June Day

What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? The air is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of […]

Owl Have a Cup of Ritual, Please

Owl Have a Cup of Ritual, Please

This morning I am beginning the day with my ritual of drinking coffee but one thing is different–an owl mug, a gift from Dayla’s girls. That owl holds a lot of coffee and I rather think he is pleased to be useful. Rituals! Isn’t it funny the way we establish them without even meaning to? […]