by Betty Webb Reblogged from Marilyn’s Musing, March 4,2020 When Killer Fiction Becomes Confessional by Betty Webb “No, I’m not admitting to murder. Maybe I’ve sometimes been tempted (one former boss comes readily to mind), but I can truthfully say that I never shot, stabbed, clubbed, or poisoned anyone. However, in…
via The 2020 Reading Challenge: 52 Books in 52 Weeks Will YOU try this? Time to start gathering books, making lists (Be sure to check your TBR pile first, you might have some in the different categories.) If you are not so enthusiastic….. I have other lists that feature a book a month (30 days),…
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by Rosemary Lord ? Paddy’s House was finally open for visitors. It’d been long enough. For 3 or 4 years, during our summer and winter visits, my siblings and I had peered through endless tall shrubs and overgrowth at the seemingly abandoned house, wondering what was going to…
My Self-Publishing Experience. Part I: Placing An Order by SCOTT MCCORMICK Published author and regular BookBaby Blog contributor Scott McCormick is embarking on a new publishing effort — a self-published book. In this 10-part series, he’ll chronicle the process, from initial call to the execution of the marketing plan, to give our readers insight into the…
Welcome, June Whatley! Pens, Paws, and Claws would like to welcome June Whatley to the blog. Tell our readers a little about yourself and your writing. I write under the names of June Breland Whatley or June B. Whatley. I’ve been married for 48 years to my husband Jim. We have one son who is…
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Launch Date is Here…. ? The old adage says to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but what if you don’t know who your friends are? When the wife of an LAPD captain turns up dead on the pier in Santa Isabel, a relatively peaceful town…
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I’m finally back to enjoying a book club. It’s been years – years! – since I’ve been in a book club that consistently meets. It’s been a bit of an uphill battle. Either an established book club meets at a time I can’t meet or there is another issue…
by Lori Hatcher Megan Murphy didn’t know she was starting a movement when she picked up five rocks, scribbled messages on them with a Sharpie pen, and scattered them on a Cape Cod beach two years ago. But someone found one of her rocks, and word got back to her. “The rock made my…
I never understood why people carried umbrellas on sunny days until I moved to the South. They used to be called parasols and were quite the fashion statement. Made of cloth and edged with ruffles, parasols served a purpose beyond style. They protected a woman’s skin from the damaging effects of the sun and kept her…
