It’s said that writing is a solitary pursuit. Or is it? Continue reading Me, Myself, and My Characters
Lisa here, with my annual St. Patrick’s Day post–because ’tis all life as usual, right? I had planned to fly straight from Left Coast Crime in San Diego to celebrate with my sister in Florida, where she is renting a house near the beach for a month. Things didn’t quite turn out, though, so here I am, lifting a cold mug of badly-brewed coffee to you from a very sober New England. We could all use a little levity right now, so here’s to you and here’s to me– let’s get the party started! Continue reading Cheers, It’s Virtual Almost-St.-Paddy’s-Day!
When it comes to obsessing over great orange gourds, Linus Van Pelt has nothing on me. Forget about the candy and costumes and cats. In my view, Halloween is all about the jack o’ lanterns. It’s also about my dad, but I’ll get to that later. Continue reading Pumpkins I Have Known
I first met Connie when we shared a cab ride from Dulles Airport to the Malice Domestic Convention. A few years later, I was thrilled to hear that not only was her first mystery being published, the publisher was Crooked Lane Books, home to my own Cajun Country Mystery series. Connie, we Chicks can’t wait to learn about your series! A SENSE OF PLACE The … Continue reading Guest Chick: Connie Berry
It’s St. Patrick’s Week, and as usual this time of year, I’m on a do-or-die manuscript deadline. With the luck of the Irish (and maybe a few lead-up days of caffeine-fueled word count) I hope to take a wee break to celebrate. Whenever I mention that my very favorite holiday falls on March seventeenth, I get puzzled replies. Why not Christmas? Thanksgiving? Fourth of July? … Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day: A Helpful Guide
When it comes to obsessing over great orange gourds, Linus Van Pelt has nothing on me. Forget about the candy and costumes and cats. In my view, Halloween is all about the jack o’ lanterns. It’s also about my dad, but I’ll get to that later. They say Jack of lantern fame was a real person, doomed to roam the peat bogs of Ireland forever … Continue reading Pumpkins I Have Known