What is there about milestones or days of celebration that make us pause and reflect? I could do that any other day of the year, but at Thanksgiving or Christmas, past Thanksgivings and Christmases come trooping in to pay a call. And that’s all right, unless those memories cause such sadness as to mar the […]
Nov 10, 2017
There’s Nothing Mysterious About It!
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Here is a puzzle that’s easy to solve; in fact, there’s nothing mysterious about it. What event will come around in 45 more days? It arrives every year, same time. Christmas is just around the corner and I haven’t started my shopping! Have you? How about a book as a gift? Would you like to […]
Jul 11, 2017
Another Look at a Writer’s Psalm
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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 […]
Nov 26, 2016
A Special Touch of Magic in the Air
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A special touch of magic is in the air…something fleeting, warm, and lovely. It must be the whisper of a coming special day–Christmas! Thanks to all of you who made Black Friday for Moonlight Can Be Murder a cozy success! For one day only, it was 99 cents on Amazon and now it is scheduled to […]
Nov 23, 2016
Ned McNeil is Thankful to be Alive
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As a Thanksgiving gift to you, my readers, I’m giving you a sneak preview of one of the chapters of my work-in-progress, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. It is a sequel to Moonlight Can Be Murder. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for you, the fans of Darcy Campbell, Flora Tucker, and Ned McNeil. […]
Nov 4, 2016
Gladness Is Where You Find It
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Gladness, joy, maybe a bit of wackiness are all around us. Enjoying the moment makes the day brighter. Going into the church yesterday morning for the senior breakfast, I met a lady I didn’t know. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Betty. “I’m not very good with remembering names,” she said. “Oh, well, in that case, […]
