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Friday, December 1, 2017


I could write an ode to the power of social media with the story of how Sorchia and I first connected, but the details are universal. One clever post led to a few more clicks and here we are! Sorchia's blog sparked my interest and I was happy to be her guest on her theme of paranormal. (Yes, my books have a thread of paranormal running through them. Have you ever been to Ireland? To deny that other dimension is impossible.) I was also intrigued with her take on women as authors and as main characters and asked her to give her thoughts on Friday Features' prompt on Strong Women. 

Read on. You'll be glad you did. -cjh

Not One—But Too Many To Count by Sorchia DuBois

When I was trying to pick a woman for this post, I just couldn’t think of a single woman who had inspired me.

Not one—but too many to count.

So many women have encouraged, supported, or inspired me. I’ve been lucky enough to meet a few of them in person, but most are online acquaintances. Some are family or close friends. Some are women I’ve only read about—women whose stories made their way even to my middle America town. The first biography I ever read was of Marie Curie and that was an eye-opener. In my small town, women didn’t do the sorts of things she did.

We don’t all agree on every issue. We don’t all go at life in the same way. We are as deliciously diverse as the rest of the Universe. But one thing we need to be absolutely unified on is support for each other. I believe most women are supportive of other women despite those few who were probably mean girls in junior high and never evolved beyond that.

In the end, it’s going to take all of us to make a difference. It’s all of our voices combined that will be heard over the very loud clamor of tradition, culture, religion.

The sad truth is women are still being terrorized, tortured, held prisoner, killed for the simple pre-existing condition of being born female. Less dramatic, but just as life altering, some women are in emotionally abusive relationships, underpaid, or unable to achieve their potentials because of their gender. Though a patriarchal culture is easy to blame, some of us are complicit by our tacit acceptance, our silence, our apathy.

So I want to devote this post to shouting the praises of a few strong women I know. These are only five of the many dynamic ladies who’ve made my 2017 brighter and who are sources of inspiration and encouragement. There are so many more! And because I’ve been concentrating on writing this year, these ladies are also of the authorial bent.

Casi MacLain writes romance and suspense with a bit of magic. She’s a tireless supporter of fellow authors, yet she also releases a book or two or her own every year. Check out her Amazon author page at or her website at .

Nicole Tillman is a prolific young writer with a fulltime family. She’s active in her community and as Mom to a couple of the cutest kids you will ever see. I’m constantly amazed by her ability to juggle those things and still have published over 20 books. Find her Amazon page and enjoy the covers and content of her novels.

Velda Brotherton has written over 30 books including western romances, historical romance, and her steamy Twist of Poe mysteries. She does workshops and imparts wisdom and joy wherever she goes. Find her Amazon page at  and peruse her fantastic array of titillating tales.

Laura Strickland writes historical romance and her award-winning Buffalo Steampunk Series. She’s published around 25 books filled with strong women, humor, and damn good writing. Find her at Amazon and take a look at the wonderful array of stories she’s released.

K.D. McCrite writes under the pen names Kathaleen Burr, Ava Norwood, and Sidney Archer. She’s known for her Confessions of April Grace series for middle graders and her cozy mysteries via Annie’s Attic, but she delves into the darker side of the human condition from time to time. KD supports new writers and is a constant and abiding positive voice. Find out more at or go to Goodreads to find info on all of her personas and books.

Do you know women who write or paint or run a local business? If you can comfortably share their names, their stories, and maybe a FaceBook or Twitter connection for their businesses, please leave in comments.

Look around your community. Find those gals who run businesses or provide services and put your money where your mouth—and your heart––is. Frequent their establishments, sing their praises, and tell them how important they are.

We’ve come a long way, baby—but current events show we’ve not come far enough.

Sorchia Dubois Bio

Award-winning author Sorchia Dubois lives in the piney forest of the Missouri Ozarks with seven cats, two fish, one dog, and one husband. She enjoys a wee splash of single-malt Scotch from time to time and she spends a number of hours each day tapping out paranormal romance, Gothic murder, and Scottish thrillers.

A proud member of the Ross clan, Sorchia incorporates all things Celtic (especially Scottish) into her works. She can often be found at Scottish festivals watching kilted men toss large objects for no apparent reason.

Her stories blend legends, magic, mystery, romance, and adventure into enchanted Celtic knots. Halloween is her favorite time of year (she starts decorating in August and doesn’t take it down until February) and her characters tend to be mouthy, stubborn, and a bit foolhardy. Nothing makes her happier than long conversations in the evening, trips to interesting places, and writing until the wee hours of the morning. Well, chocolate cake makes her pretty happy, too.

And Contact Links:

Sorchia’s latest book, Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones, is the first in a Gothic romance trilogy.

Granny’s dying, but Zoraida can save her with a magic crystal of smoky quartz. Too bad the crystal is in Scotland––in a haunted castle––guarded by mind-reading, psychopathic sorcerers.

Getting inside Castle Logan is easy. Getting out––not so much. Before she can snatch the stone, Zoraida stumbles into a family feud, uncovers a wicked ancient curse, and finds herself ensorcelled by not one but two handsome Scottish witches. Up to their necks in family intrigue and smack-dab in the middle of a simmering clan war, Zoraida and her best friend Zhu discover Granny hasn’t told them everything.

Not by a long shot.

·     Barnes and Noble:
·     KOBO:
·     Wild Rose Press:  (e-books are 40% off through Cyber-Monday)

The second book, Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen, will be released Winter 2018.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Thanksgiving and the Tale of Two Hearts

Two hearts?

Well, one heart, really. Just mine. But sometimes it feels split in two.

This Thanksgiving holiday has been marked by wonderful visits. My husband and I traveled to New Hampshire to be with his family. Yes, I stuffed myself on a feast I gratefully didn't have to prepare. Returning the favor with a perfect post-dinner clean-up was a small price to pay. The annual family game night was topped by one of the most epic games of Pictionary ever. Have you ever played this game -- kind of like charades but with drawing the clues instead -- with two award-winning artists who can draw faster than you can think? Three hours later, eight of us had laughed ourselves silly. The next morning's breakfast started with reliving the highlights and laughing even before the caffeine kicked in.

And, of course, The Hike. As many family could manage, we hiked six miles to a remote pond and took the obligatory selfies with the perfect duck face and filters. My college-age daughter let me know I'm hopelessly dorky and my son laughed in a way that's reserved for the I'm-glad-I'm-not-seen-with-her-in-public kind of way. I basked in their gentle teasing because they freely gave their love and I felt new doors open in our relationships. They are becoming fine adults and my maternal heart swelled.

I'll cherish these memories and let their positive energy fill me and carry me on through the tougher times.

Because earlier in the week I was with my parents. I spent five days at their New York home and became painfully aware these will be my dad's last holidays. I left as my sister arrived, with all the Thanksgiving fixings packed carefully in her car to ensure her three Labrador dogs didn't feast early on the four-hour trek from her Vermont home. I spent my visit outfitting my parents' home with the stuff of the ailing and aged, taking my dad to doctor's visits, and checking his O2 levels. She called in hospice.

And this is where a piece of my heart feels as if I left it somewhere along the highway. The full spectrum of family pulled on me in one short week. I hurt for my dad. I ache for my mom. I felt surrounded by love and laughter as I texted and emailed and called for updates.

I cannot deny this process of life even as I know it inevitably leads to death.

So, for now, my heart is full to the point of breaking and I will cherish all of what these holidays have to offer.


If you are a mystery, thriller, or suspense writer, you owe it to yourself to join Sisters in Crime. Not only does the organization provide workshops and conferences to support the craft of writing, but the networking opportunities and the fellow authors you meet provide soul support as well.

It was through our New England chapter that I met today's blog guest, Sharon Healy-Yang. Sharon is passionate about her writing and does what I really love in a good mystery: She does her homework to get her details right.

Sharon's second book is out and I had a chance to ask her about why she chose to write about a sassy female protagonist and set her in America during World War II. Read on!

Why write about Jessica and WWII?
I've always been a huge fan of the late thirties through the 1940s:  the clothes, the hair, the music and dancing, films, and mystery novels (though not so hot on the racism and sexism).  I especially love how the women in most of the mysteries and comedies were bright, witty, independent, and innovative.  Joan Bennett, Rosalind Russell, Barbara Stanwyck, Bette Davis, Claire Trevor, and Joan Crawford were some of my favorite fast-talking gals.  They could track down the villain, solve the crime, and be back in time to scoop all the other reporters or the cops - and in spectator pumps, too! 

I also loved the clever dialogue, the dark ambience, and the plots that twisted and turned more torturously than the back-street settings of these films.  So, since I could never find enough old films to satisfy my hunger, I decided to write up my own.  And I had a ball casting them like an old movie.  In Dead Man:  Joan Bennett and Rosalind Russell as the wise-alec sisters Jessica and Liz; Clair Trevor as the deadly and sardonic femme fatale; Brian Aherne as the smooth, mysterious Evan Blair; and Fred MacMurray as a the skeptical, experienced cop.  Dusty, of course, comes from a more recent vintage and embodies a clever puss that used to own my family. But what's a mystery without a smart-meowing cat?

Spring 1945: WWII may be crashing to a close, but Jessica and Liz Minton’s hopes for the future are short-lived as they become entrapped in a noir world of intrigue and murder. Jessica’s beloved is missing in action in Europe, leaving her on her own to save herself and those she cares about from the shadows of a dark past entangling them in false identities, a cut-throat search for stolen jade, and murder. Join Jessica and Liz as they strive to restore a friend’s family honor, to save Elizabeth’s love from the deadly frame-up of a predatory socialite with underworld connections, to outsmart two dogged detectives, and to deal with an F.B.I. agent from Jessica’s past with secrets of his own - all without getting themselves killed! It’s enough to make Dusty the cat’s fur stand on end!

More about Sharon:

Sharon Healy-Yang is passionate about mysteries from the golden age, whether in a book or on the screen.  Her fascination with mysteries and the 1940s drives her pleasure in crafting novels that recapture the wit, adventure, and suspense of the era.  Known on the campus where she teaches as the lady with the 1940s hats, she has the great fortune to combine her love of literature and film in courses aimed to enkindle that same excitement in her students.  Healy-Yang lives in Massachusetts with her husband, two cats, and an enormous collection of vintage films.

Sharon's website contains not only descriptions of the novels and where to buy them but lots of fun stuff like reviews of Sharon's  avorite tea rooms across the Northeast by state; reviews of her favorite golden age mystery authors and authors who set their novels in the gold age; similar pages for video golden age mysteries; links to various interviews she's done; a "What's new page"; a page of upcoming appearances and events; and blogs of photo essays that range across subjects like her travel, nature, gardening, her glorious cats, latest appearances, and the art in cemeteries.
You can find Letter from a Dead Man: 

Letter from a Dead Man is available at Booklover’s Gourmet (Webster, MA)

Look for Sharon's first book, Bait and Switch at:  

Barnes and

Touchpoint Press

Bait and Switch available at the following independent bookstores:  Annie’s Bookstop (Worcester), Booklover’s Gourmet (Webster, MA), Mystery on Main Street (Brattleboro, Vt), Barrington Books (Barrington, RI), Mrs. Bridges’ Pantry (Woodstock, CT).

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

And Now A Word From Our Sponsor

It's my blog and I get to brag if I want to! (Hmm. Isn't there a music riff that goes with that?)

I'm over the moon excited that The Wake won Best English Fiction at the EQUUS International Film Festival in New York City this week!

I'll have more pictures and more to say later, but for now, I wanted to share the news with you!

EQUUS Film Festival is a celebration of the horse in art. The three day event included showing documentaries, feature films, shorts, and commercial work as well as photography, multi-media and, of course, books!

I was more than a little nervous as my books were the only art there that did not feature a horse on the cover or image! Seriously! Take a look to the right of this page. See a horse? Nope. That was a head-scratcher for some folks. What's a mainstream thriller doing at a horse event?

But here's the thing. EQUUS Film Festival is passionate about how horses in art elevate the messages of beauty, connection, and healing. You heard it. HEALING. This is where EFF's passion and my inspiration meet. The Wake's story line was inspired by witnessing the power of healing through the eyes of physically and emotionally challenged hippotherapy clients. (Wait, what? Hippotherapy? Yes. For you muggles out there, hippotherapy is horse-based physical and emotional therapies performed with a licensed therapist using the horse as a platform.) My twist on the thriller genre is to use this therapy to heighten suspense and sharpen my plot.

My main character, Jessica Wyeth, is a world-class equestrian entangled in international crime. I'm pleased that my books resonate with avid readers and horse people. I get my details right and crank up the tension. If I screwed up anything to do with horses, I'd be shunned and turned out to pasture by horse folks.

And this is why I'm so darned pleased to win this award. The Wake follows in her sister's footsteps, too. The Troubles won the same award last year, so I'm a two-fer!

Horse people can live in a horse-centric bubble. My books resonate because they reach a wider audience and pierce that bubble. I've already heard from readers who had never heard of hippotherapy and tried it to achieve great success in battling PTSD.

The films and documentaries at EFF told powerful stories and showed transformational moments where the horse was a major factor in healing.

Oh, and my next book? No horses (yet), but it was inspired by my volunteering as a horse handler during therapeutic sessions with survivors of human trafficking.

Okay. I'm done with my end-zone dance. Now, back to work.
Connie Johnson Hambley's THE WAKE won Best English Fiction
at the EQUUS International Film Festival in New York City.

Monday, November 13, 2017

One Deep Breath Before There's More

I have time for one deep breath between events before I charge on for more.

Last week, I had the pleasure of sharing the Seminar Stage at Equine Affaire held at the Big E in Springfield, Massachusetts with author Laura Moore. If you're not a horse person, I won't blame you for not knowing that Equine Affaire is the country's largest horse-centric conference that draws over 100,000 people over a four-day period. If you're a reader, shame on you for not knowing who Laura Moore is.

Combining horses and books? Oh, yes!

Laura and I spoke on, "Writing a Horse Book: How to Bring a Love of the Horse to Life in a Fiction or Non-fiction Book." Our audience was filled with folks ranging from published authors, to those with completed manuscripts looking for a few more pointers, to folks with an idea for a story who needed a few "how tos" to get them going in the right direction. There was even a mom who brought her ten-year-old-book (and horse!)-loving-aspiring-author daughter.

Authors Laura Moore and Connie Johnson Hambley
on panel at Equine Affaire. Photo courtesy of Rhonda Lane
Laura and I spoke about the writing process, research, and the all-important "getting it right for the touch the horse world but don't inhabit it. This puts pressure on me to get my details dead straight or my horse-loving audience will kill me. Laura elaborated how the structure of good story mimics a Grand Prix course...successfully landing a climactic story requires knowing where your story is headed, making sure the approach is sound, and knowing how to overcome obstacles. 

Before and after the panel, Taborton Books held a signing for us where we were able to talk with readers more directly. For me, this is always a blast. My hard-core fans make the pilgrimage to EA each year and I'm thrilled to be on their "Gotta Get To" list and they were thrilled that the third book in The Jessica Trilogy, THE WAKE, is out. Their wait is over! I'm still new enough at this author stuff that I'm tickled when fans stop people in the aisles telling them my books are "the best books EVAH!" and that they have to read them. No, I do not pay them a commission, but I do give them extra hugs and kisses. These memories will keep me smiling and glued to my keyboard during the many long, lonely writing hours ahead.

I would have spent all four days at EA, but the other best event of the year beckoned. Crime Bake was on! This is one of the best conferences for mystery and thriller authors and fans put on by the New England chapters of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. This year's honored guest was Lisa Gardner. Do I have to say how amazing her master class was or how terrific her keynote speech was? 

My focus this year was on finding an agent and publisher for my new WIP. Yes, I work-shopped the query letter and first page, and practiced my pitch. Yes. I pitched. Yes, I received multiple requests for the MS from agents and direct from a publisher. Yes, I'm freaked out that now I have time pressure to finish writing the damned thing!

BLACK ICE wine by
Candia Vineyard of NH
Oh, and my short story, Black Ice, released with the launch of Best New England Crime Stories: SNOWBOUND published by Level Best Books. If you know me even a little bit, you know I LOVE having marketing fun, so, guess what? I discovered my story has a name-sake wine  and the vineyard sponsored me with a bottle for the launch. I'm going to share bottle with a lucky person to comment on this post, so comment! 

Okay, that's it folks. I'm taking a deep breath. Think about it...All that happened in just four days! I'll keep the comments open for a week or so since I'll be traveling again to NYC and the EQUUS Film Festival. THE WAKE is up for an award! Yippee! THE TROUBLES won last year, so my fingers are crossed THE WAKE can follow in her big sister's footsteps! (Oh, and click through the link, find THE WAKE, and "like" it. Every bit of author love helps!) Last year's event was terrific. I met Debbie Loucks, Monty Roberts' (the real Horse Whisperer) daughter who interviewed me for an upcoming podcast. Stay tuned for more.

Debbie Loucks and Connie Johnson Hambley at
the EQUUS Film Festival in NYC 2017.

Oh, and NaNoWriMo? All of my promises to myself have gone out the window. I'm lucky to get 1000 words a week rather than a day. 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

JOAN WRIGHT MULARZ: YA Readers Need a Strong Protagonist

I've gotten to know my guest today through a thriving writers' networking group near my home. Her presence is like her writing: calm, thoughtful, and insightful. Joan will be launching her third book in the E.T. Madigan YA series later this month and I wanted to give you a chance to meet her and get to know her work. -cjh

A Strong YA Protagonist
Joan Wright Mularz

I write YA mysteries because, as a teacher of middle and high school students, I felt that I had a pretty good understanding of the issues teens face, especially females. Growing up in a generation that had gender-specific expectations, I wanted the opposite — a strong, smart and capable girl who follows her interests unhindered by gender bias. I also wanted her to be a positive role model for showing girls that they can be assertive, active, curious, adventurous and still feminine. My main character for three books, Ellen Theodora Madigan, loves science and nature, is energetic and fit, solves mysteries and gets crushes on boys. Finally, I wanted her name to honor my two grandmothers who were each strong in different ways. Ellen is for my Nana who raised six children alone after her husband walked out and Madigan is for my Grandma who emigrated to the States from Ireland on her own at the age of sixteen.

Each book stands alone even though the protagonist is the same. The main difference is that, while keeping focused on her mystery solving, she matures from a preteen in Italy who thinks boys are kind of annoying or, at best, helpful, to celebrating her 16th birthday in Maine and finding her first boyfriend who supports her in her quests.

For me, the main reason that I wanted a main female character who wasn't hindered by expectations that were gender specific, is because I've always believed that women can excel in any area they choose to pursue. For me, it's kind of personal. I had to assert myself to get an education like my brothers because my parents were of the generation who believed a woman's place was to devote herself to raising children. It wasn't until I finished graduate school and won some awards for teaching that my dad admitted that I had done a good job! With my own kids, I made sure that both my daughter and my son had equal opportunities to grow.

Arco Felice on via Domitziana, near Cuma, Italy

In the first mystery, set in southern Italy, Ellen ages from 12-14. She is focused on specimen collecting and exploring and is excited about the ancient ruins and underground places of her new home. When her prophetic dreams suggest that the nearby Cuma hillside has a mystery waiting to be solved, her curiosity is activated. A combination of events involving a strange inscription on a pet collar, an otherworldly pig and witnessing the purported murder of a local farmer, drive her to seek answers. In the process, she climbs a steep rock face, stays cool dealing with a wounded man, asks good questions, is persistent, is pursued by kidnappers, keeps a promise despite freaky circumstances, obtains the assistance of a local Italian family and gets NATO personnel to mobilize.

Marienplatz in Munich, Germany
The second mystery finds Ellen, at age 14, in Munich, Germany. The family’s rental house gives her eerie sensations that tell her something is “off” and she feels compelled to learn the house’s history.  An old diary plus some Nazi dreams cue her to the fact that a World War II mystery needs to be solved. A clue in the diary that no one else has picked up on compels her to start a search for two missing women. Spurred on by a picture in an antique locket belonging to one of the missing, she locates relatives of their former employer, seeks answers at places of Nazi resistance in Munich and is gobsmacked by the way German lives are still affected by Hitler’s evil. Ever intrepid, she follows clues throughout Germany, Austria and Switzerland until she is able to learn of a small group of German Nazi resisters and bring closure to several families.

Island in Rangeley Lake, Maine

The third mystery transports 15-year-old Ellen to western Maine where a Native American story told by her grandfather plus some dreams about the early Abenaki residents alert her to the possibility of another mystery. For a while she is distracted by her compassion for a friendless girl at school and by some strange encounters with loons in the various ponds and rivers. Her perceptiveness, curiosity, and thirst for history lead her to seek answers to her questions and solutions to the problems of others.


Ellen Theodora Madigan sees past events in her dreams and has the smarts to solve the mysteries they hint at. At age fifteen, she moves to Rangeley, Maine after spending much of her life living near her dad’s archaeological dig sites in other countries. She and her family spend her dad’s sabbatical year at her grandparents’ lake house. She befriends a loner girl at school, starts having dreams about the first inhabitants of the area, Abenaki Native Americans, and keeps encountering loons that she feels are trying to communicate. With the help of her first boyfriend, she solves the three mysteries: Why is the girl so alone? What are the dreams and the loons telling her? and Why did the Abenaki leave?

Kirkus Reviews Says: "A winsome tale of a girl whose paranormal gift is only one of the traits that makes her exceptional."

Joan Wright Mularz is a YA mystery author and sometime author and illustrator of picture books. Her short story, The Souk, won honorable mention in the Bethlehem Writers Roundtable 2017 Short Story Award Competition.

Two and a half years living in Italy became the inspiration for her first E. T. Madigan mystery, Upheavals at Cuma. Six years in Germany led to the writing of the second mystery, White Flutters in Munich. Her picture book, What I Like About My Friends, celebrates the diversity she found through both teaching and travel and another, Island Times, celebrates the multiplication and diversity of animal and plant life found on islands.

She has also written curriculums and educational grants. When not traveling, she divides her time between a small town in Massachusetts and a small town in the western hills of Maine, inspiration for her alliterative alphabet book, Down West — the Other Maine and for her third E.T. Madigan mystery, Maine Roots Run Deep, due out in late November 2017.

You can learn more about Joan on her website: and on her Amazon page.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Another Prompt Romp From My Writers' Group!

I love the ladies in my writers groups! Each is talented and generous with her time and approach the craft of writing with her own special lens. 

Warming up our sessions with a five minute prompt is great fun. Our flash fiction pieces make us laugh and roll our eyes. The results are filled with adventure, heartache and sometimes murder, but I'm amazed how the "certain something" each author has somehow comes shining through in our tiny missives. I've shared with you before about how one of the writers' groups  It's a firm five minutes. When the timer goes off, the pens go down. No exceptions! (Well, maybe we'll let a word or two be added to finish a sentence, but that's all!)

The prompts come from either a list of about 100 different starting points or one member creates one and shares it with the group. 

As in the past posts,  I've provided an imperfect summary of what each member writes and placed the prompt in bold with the response following immediately afterward. The responses are not edited for content or grammar, but paragraph breaks and some punctuation is added.

Donna (middle grade children's book author):

At the end of the town lay an old over grown garden…

...It was a place to find peace and quiet, after the maddening crowds at my place of employment—Dillerman’s Grocery Store. It was the end of my eight hour shift and still daylight. The sun shone bright and strong as I ran from my post to the great out-of-doors. I love the Fall crisp air, the clean fresh—take-a-deep-breath air. My legs knew where to carry me—down the car filled parking lot and past the tipped over carts.  I ran onto the field into the sweet smelling grass. There it was, I could see it rising up from the weeds with piles of hay tumbled free. I jumped in glee, and embraced it, my own sanctuary.

Bette (historical fiction author):

At the end of the town lay an old over grown garden…

People went there often, but always alone, and this day, close to Halloween, or Spooks Night, as Bella was wont to call it, the girls vowed to go in together.
            “Oh, let’s go in from different directions!”
            “No! Are you crazy? There really are ghosts you know, you know! Remember what happened at Nonnie’s house?”
They had all scattered, tipping over chairs and each other and running down the stairs and out the back door because the light had gone on all by itself. Maia was so frightened that Bella’s dad had to go to the back of the deep yard to comfort her, and she was wiping her eyes when they got back to the house.
Maya refused to go in to that room again until Bella moved one of Nonnie’s Jesus pictures in there and hung a cross necklace from the lamp.
A new quiet came over the four girls. 

Maggie (children's book author):

At the end of the town lay an old over grown garden…

...filled with thorns and pricker bushes.  Once a lush and productive space, it resembled it's owner.  Marguerite had the shape and blossoms, once upon a time.  Now, even her demeanor seemed wasted away.

"What has happened to me?" she asked the unfamiliar reflection in the scum covered pond.

A light breeze ruffled her frayed skirt.  It was a warm kiss of wind, unusual for this time of year.  She came out of her revelry to see...

Cyd (young adult historical fiction):

At the end of the town lay an old over grown garden…

As kids, we were convinced it was haunted and worked hard to come up with stories to spook each other – witchy apparitions, chilling moans and screams. We longed to investigate, but feared that the owner or other frightening specter would surface and scare us out.

But one day, I drove by a corner of the garden to see a young man with a backpack push aside some thick bushes and squeeze between them and a stone pillar and disappear.
I thought I ought to call the police in case he was a drug dealer, the scourge of our small community.

Instead, I parked my car and followed, pushing aside the thick bushes…

Me (crime/suspense author):

At the end of the town lay an old over grown garden…

...The carpet of green stretched out from one end of the wrought iron fence to the other. The view of the valley below was spectacular.

"Yep. Your pa loved it here," said Jammie.

"Yep. Shor did," said Jake.

"Shame he ran off like that."

"Yep. Shor was."

"No word ever?"

"Nope. Never."



"No body ever found?"


A car rumbled up. Jake looked up in surprise. "Surveyors? Contractors?" he asked.


"Then who?"

"Vegetation expert from the Co-op."

The stooped man walked around the enclosure with a Y-shaped stick.

"Here." the man said.

Jammie dug in a rough circle. In minutes he found a skull and bones. The gap in the teeth were identical to Jake's dad's.

"How'd you know?" asked Jake.

"The grass. Never grows the same way once the earth is turned."