The Chicks are excited to welcome Susan Kimmel Wright for a return visit to the blog today. (But we’re glad it’s not Friday the 13th!) Susan has generously offered one lucky US commenter—chosen at random— to receive a candle from the iconic Mystery Lovers Bookshop in Oakmont, PA, in their signature “Bookshop” scent, which sounds heavenly to us Chicks!
Not (Very) Superstitious
My daughter Maria has a thing about Friday the 13th. She owns a pet grooming business and swears dogs come in that day looking to take a chunk out of her, equipment breaks, and every other client is spoiling for a fight. She always crosses it off her schedule in the interests of self-preservation.
Must say, Friday the 13th never bothered me…maybe since I’m perfectly capable of making my own bad luck 24/7/365. If only misfortune restricted itself to an occasional day that I could predict just by looking at the calendar!
I’ve been oblivious, head down, trying to meet a writing deadline on Book Three of my series. But it recently occurred to me that maybe I should be a bit more concerned about what my family’s been up to while my back’s been turned. I don’t want to think my nearest and dearest would put a hex on me, but let’s consider the evidence.
For one thing, Maria recently unloaded…er, gifted…her black cat Dante on us. Dante, a lovable, supersize Maine coon, wants nothing more than frequent feedings and constant petting. He seems to pop up everywhere in quest of his life goals, endlessly crossing and recrossing my path. Unsatisfied with that traditional curse formula, he’s also started lying down across the steps. Because he looks like a shadow and takes up an entire stair tread, plus sloppage, every time I make my way upstairs with an armload of stuff, he’s a cat-astrophe waiting to happen. (See what I did there?)
Eh, I’m still alive, so what’s the big deal? Glad you asked. After forty years in our 1880 farmhouse, husband Dave has suddenly decided to reglaze, caulk, and paint windows. It started out okay, and he was quite the busy bee for the first week. Then, he reached the second-floor window directly above the front door. He propped up the ladder, then promptly walked off the job—at least two weeks ago. He never uses the front door. I, on the other hand, cross under that ladder maybe ten times a day. Not to mention our house now looks as if either someone’s trying to elope or we’re advertising for burglars.
Are black cats and ladders cause for concern? Asking for a friend…who’s glad she’s working on Book Three and not Book Thirteen.
Readers … are you (very) superstitious?
Mabel plans to bring the thrills of volunteering to the masses—if she doesn’t go to the dogs first.
When Mabel finds herself sharing a thicket with a dead body while volunteering with canine search-&-rescue, her life has clearly—once again—gone to the dogs!
After her losing her job at age forty-nine, Mabel thought she’d turned things around. Now she’s doing good by volunteering, and surely, she’ll soon be a successful author, writing about her experiences. After solving two notorious decades-old cold cases while serving as a historical society volunteer, she’s already getting invitations to appear on TV.
Her new assignment couldn’t be simpler. All she has to do is hide in the woods and let Millie the search dog practice finding her. But to her horror, Millie finds more than Mabel—there’s a dead body hiding in the same patch of brush. To make things worse, Mabel’s maybe-boyfriend, suspended PI John Bigelow, has a dark history with the victim.
While struggling with maid-of-honor duties for best friend Lisa, a string of disasters created by handyman Acey, and a disagreeable new neighbor, can Mabel solve another murder in time to save John’s detective license—if not his neck?
Susan Kimmel Wright is a child of the Appalachian Mountains. A former lawyer, Susan has published three children’s mystery novels and is a prolific contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul books. Mabel Goes to the Dogs, Book Two in Mysteries of Medicine Spring, her first cozy mystery series for adult readers, is now available from Mountain Brook Ink. Susan shares an 1880 farmhouse in southwestern PA with her husband, several dogs and cats, and an allegedly excessive stockpile of coffee and tea mugs. In her free time, she rescues Australian cattle dogs and avoids stepping on cracks.