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Thereby hangs a tale… High summer and tiny spiders grace my garden. Out in the dawn with my dogs in the early hours of four and five a. m., I do not see the silken strands, but feel the spooky … Continue reading
Being a writer means hard work. Period. Full Stop. Do not enter if you can’t stand the directional pull. Because there will be narrows ahead, there will be doldrums, becalmed days of drifting on endless seas waiting for a coolant … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… Why write mystery? The question occurs as I contemplate my Masteries of Mysteries postings. I’ve written about good and evil, about some of my favorite mystery authors. I’ve reveled in books, and shall continue to do … Continue reading
Thereby hangs a tale… Who’s there? The opening line of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet is killer, a question asked by the living of the dead. Who’s there? This query sets the tone of the story. Who is there? Who stands before … Continue reading