Here’s a peek at my current work in progress. If you have questions or suggestions or any comment about it, please put them in the comment section. I would welcome them. Fright is a lot of fun to write. The first book in the Moonlight series takes place in December. This second book is ten […]
Dec 6, 2016
Confessions Over Coffee with Blanche
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https://www.amazon.com/Blanche-Day-Manos/e/B0090018EI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. Are confession magazines (we called them Confessions) now a thing of the past, folded for lack of readership? When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would […]
Dec 4, 2016
An Inner Core of Firm Resolve
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https://www.amazon.com/Blanche-Day-Manos/e/B0090018EI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 We’ve all heard, “Growing old is not for sissies.” Let me enlarge on that: “Writing is not for sissies.” Or, just about anything we want with our whole heart and have to work hard to get is not for the faint-hearted. We must have an inner core of firm resolve. Sort of like the […]
Dec 3, 2016
The Silver Moon Knew the Old Mansion’s Secret
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The full, silver moon had looked down on some nefarious goings on at Granger Mansion, things that nobody else knew about…well, yes, maybe two other people knew and the dead man might have known, but he could never tell. Now, forty years later, someone is threatening the murderer. The secret should have been secure; but sometimes […]
Dec 2, 2016
This Thing Called Loneliness
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Writing is an alone kind of business. It can’t be done while chatting with someone. However, a warm, friendly pup and several cups of hot coffee don’t hurt a thing. Some writers get away from it all by going to a cabin or the seashore while writing or to a different country while researching. I understand […]
Dec 1, 2016
Wire Briers and Limberlocks
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“Wire Brier, Limberlock, three geese in a flock. One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo’s nest.” How many of you heard this or played the game on childish fingers? Jane’s aunt introduced her to the rhyme years ago. I learned it from my mother and passed it on to Matt and then […]
