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Books We Love
Don’t know about you, but I’ve long ago stopped shopping on Black Friday except for online. When my granddaughters were young it was an up-at-dawn adventure and endurance test searching out bargains with my daughter. As they grew older I started hosting a sleepover and we spent the day making Christmas ornaments, drinking tea and […]
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It’s still dark outside my windows, but we’re expecting a fine day in the Pacific Northwest. My family is celebrating Thanksgiving on Saturday so I’m relaxed–and I’ve already cooked a turkey dinner and gave most of it away. In fact, I’m a bit turkeyed out and might eat salmon for dinner. I woke up recalling […]
Read the rest of this entry »Drama has weight
“Fall back” finds me awake in the middle of the night with rain deluging down as if the clouds are seriously pissed off. I’ve been thinking about the ingredients in writing thrillers and what can be left out of stories. Stories that clip along at a brisk pace, and are based heavily on action scenes […]
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Robust rain coming down in Oregon today. As in noisy. I’m going to take a break from my editing project and concoct a hearty batch of vegetable soup and create a handout for the Chicagoland Sisters in Crime. Tomorrow I’m going to be on a craft panel with thriller author Layne Fargo. And now that […]
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I was cobbling together dinner earlier as rain fell against my porch’s tin roof and the news jabbed at me from the living room. And I looked out my window at the Douglas firs which seemed to have grown taller this past year, and wondered how it can possbily be November. And how the gloom […]
Read the rest of this entry »Evil Laughter
In honor of Halloween or Samhain, here’s a link to the PBS site and “The scary thing about evil laughs.” Because evil laughter needs to be chilling, terrifying, and as this piece points out, recall childhood traumas.
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