Category: #Fiction
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Silent Sunday…
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I wanted to be silent today too, as I didn’t want to share bad news anymore. I have been trying to relax, do what I can manage, pottering around at my own speed, which these days, is snail’s pace. I am terrified of falling again, and although I make sure to move slowly, there are…
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The Shattered Bauble, by Rachel Mclean #fiction #Mystery #Review
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It’s Christmas in Lyme Regis, and DC Tina Abbott is looking forward to some well-earned time with her family. But then her mum Annie, true to form, reports a crime. The pottery shop has been broken into and the owner Peg, Annie’s friend, attacked. The evidence is scant. A solitary fingerprint in blood, but nothing…
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No Man’s Land…
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Although I have been making good headway with my latest mystery thriller, it has come to my attention that I may not be around to actually finish it. A morbid thought, and I have no real idea where it came from, as I intend to finish it, one way or another. Ever since I was…
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The Magical Hedge…
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Ever since I noticed the forsythia peeping through the green privet section of our hedge the other day, I have been having lots of looks through my office window, just to see the rapidly growing clusters of yellow flowers. This hedge, 30 feet long and usually the bane of my life when it needs trimming,…
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Moving around the Changes…
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My mind was a blank when I woke up yesterday morning. It seemed to stay that way, despite my trying to think of something to write. My brain has been doing this a lot lately, too much going on in there, and I suppose it had switched off for a while. They will be having…
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Thursday Catch-up… #Reviews
While double-checking the work I’d done recently, I discovered not one but two reviews I’d written and somehow never posted. This showed me how far I have fallen off the efficiency wagon, and I cannot apologize enough to the writers concerned. Woven in Time Trilogy Book 1 by Jessica Ann Across centuries, three women are bound…
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Silent Sunday…
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Winter is very much holding sway down here in Petersfield. I keep looking out of my window, but there are no signs of growth out there yet. My bonsai trees look cold and damp, sitting in their pots like silent sentinels. Are they awake in there, waiting for Nature’s nod to get going? This is…
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Writing Progress, and How!
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Working Cover With one thing or another, things have conspired to make writing Swan Song, my latest mystery difficult, if not impossible. I am so glad to report that all this has changed. I have no idea how or why, but I have been taking full advantage this week. I had a much-needed brainstorming session…