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Authors on the Road Day 2 by Liz Flaherty

Day 2 from beautiful Galena, Illinois. We slept pretty well last night, considering we weren't in our own beds. We do have those fireplaces in our rooms, which have a lovely mesmerizing affect. At least until the timer goes off and the fire goes out. We were up pretty early this morning, ramping up our word counts and talking about what we would do this afternoon and what we needed to do with our works-in-progress. Oh, and we ate some stuff. And drank some stuff. And talked some more. This is......

Authors on the Road Day 1 by Nan Reinhardt

We arrived! We drove...and drove...and drove, but we got here safely and are loving our place! I knew that sister PJ vacationed with aplomb, but who knew Lizzie and I would enjoy such luxury? First though, the trip. I asked Gigi (my GPS) to avoid toll roads and interstates, and boy, did she! Part of our trip was on long country roads, past cornfields and farms and pastures with cows and horses. Delightful scenery! Interestingly, the route she took us on had so few towns, large or small, that...

Sweet October

"October air is sweet and cold and clear; it cleans the mind and lifts the spirit." - Faith Baldwn I'm looking for that, what Faith Baldwin promises in that quote. I like my mind as it is, because it's open and welcoming and confident in what it learns, but my spirit is suffering. It flinches a lot these days. I'm grateful this week, for the late-night drone of combines and the people who drive them. I like the wide-openness of the fields being empty, of being able to look both ways at a...

Join Us in Macy . . .

There will be vendors of all sorts on Saturday--think all all things fun and FOOD like in trucks and a bake sale in Macy Christian...

National Handbag Day!

by Wendy Kendall Celebrate with Mystery Author, Wendy Kendall What are you carrying on National Handbag Day?  This year it's Friday,...

Lost in His Spiderwebs by Amber Daulton

The cartel king has finally found his queen. Kidnapped by the enemy. Bought by the jefe. Will his smoldering touch thaw her frozen heart?...

Passion

I used the word passion lately in a manuscript. My daughter used it this week in conversation. Both references were to teachers. As a...

Cowboys, Rodeos, and a Stray Dog by Nan Reinhardt

I have to confess that I panicked when my publisher Jane Porter asked me to move from River’s Edge, my little town on the Ohio River to...

Dear Hearts and Gentle People

Because I have nothing this week and am a little embarrassed by how many reruns I've posted lately, I'm going to do what my friend Nan...

A Week in September

I apologize for my almost-absence last week. Like everyone else I know, I was battered and bruised by the grief of what has happened...