A few days ago, one of the questions on a writers’ Facebook page was, What do you do to get unstuck from a writer’s block? My answer was I simply wrote. Darcy and Flora took over, I recorded their conversation and activities and voila! I was unstuck. There’s something else that gets me in the […]
Sep 7, 2013
Saying Good-bye to Friends
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On my Facebook page yesterday, I mentioned that I had completed my third Darcy/Flora, mother/daughter/sleuth book. Will I write a fourth? I don’t know. I’ve been mulling over another series, but we’ll see. Anyway, what a feeling of sadness descended upon me as I finished re-reading and editing that last page! I tied up the […]
Sep 1, 2013
Every Jot and Tittle
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You’ve seen the cliche: the writer staring out the window appearing to be idle while she’s actually thinking of the next part of her story. I sympathize with that writer. It could be me! I’m on the re-write of the third Darcy/Flora mystery and re-writes and critiques are pain-staking necessities. The Cozy Critiquers are giving […]
Aug 31, 2013
The Mysterious and Romantic Cozy
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Yesterday I wrote about being romantic. This morning as I look out at a dark summer pre-dawn, I think of how life is a many-faceted adventure, not just one thing straight through, but a blending of many feelings and experiences. To me, romance can be a bit mysterious and a mystery can be a bit […]
Aug 7, 2013
Grapes and Green Growing Things
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Yesterday was one of those whirlwind days but a good day in every way. Even going to the dentist wasn’t bad as I am convinced I have the most gentle dentist around. Then lunch at my brother’s and sister’s-in-law house and I was the recipient of gifts from their garden. Okra, squash, tomatoes, cucumbers! All […]
Aug 6, 2013
An Old-Fashioned Flower
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Do you ever experience a brief flashback? I mean, really fleeting, not even a memory but a feeling, a picture, a scent maybe, that is a past moment in time? It is so elusive that it’s gone before you can name it. That’s the way I am about moss rose and Ma Latty’s front porch […]
