Mystery and Suspense… with a touch of romance
To say that my New Year’s post is a little late would be an understatement. It’s already February, and I’ve yet to write a blog post this year (aside from having a guest, C. S. Boyack and a reblog of Mae Clair’s post about her latest release). I started a draft, or at least I... Continue Reading →
Last Saturday, my husband and I attended a reunion. A very special reunion. Attendees came from all walks of life and were of various ages. All were there to celebrate a special anniversary. For some, it was one year, others five-ten years, and still some celebrated twenty-plus years. Confused yet? In October 1993, my husband... Continue Reading →
Today is a holiday in the United States. Many people think of Memorial Day as the unofficial start of summer. Schools are out (or will soon be) for the year. People begin to think of backyard barbeques and picnics or trips to the lake. For many, Memorial Day is just another three-day weekend. But that’s... Continue Reading →
September has arrived, leaving August a mere memory. And what a month it was—some good, some bad. August began with promise. My husband and I had just come off a week’s vacation. Although I’m a “mountain” person, we decided to go to the Texas coast this year. We spent two nights in Corpus Christi in... Continue Reading →
Every time I think I’m going to blog on a regular basis, like maybe weekly, something happens. Before I know it, two or three weeks have passed. And while I don’t want to write something just for the sake of writing, I would like to communicate more often with my readers. So what have I... Continue Reading →
It's the same each year. I'm going along at a good pace for writing, making progress on various projects, and have numerous story ideas. I can't wait to finish one project and begin a new one. I live breathe, and think about writing—even in my sleep. And then it happens. Call it writer's block, mental... Continue Reading →
Once again, it's time for First Friday Fiction. Polar Vortex is part six of David's story. To read the other installments, visit the First Friday Fiction page and follow the links. I'll conclude the series next month. David stood on a hill overlooking his cabin and watched the sun dip below the horizon. He snapped... Continue Reading →
Long before I realized I wanted to be a writer, I loved stories. Before I learned to read, some of my favorite childhood memories are the times when my Mom would tell me a story. I’m not talking about fairy tells, although there were certainly some of those. I wanted to hear true life experiences... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, I read a post on Lisa Hall Wilson’s blog in which she wrote about her family background. She asked readers to join her, using a template titled, “I am from.” My writing is taking a bit different direction (more about that next week and in my upcoming newsletter), so this post... Continue Reading →
