I love writing fictional mysteries--walking my sleuths through clues to a satisfying conclusion. I'm also fascinated by true-life mysteries. And when the mystery is one involving family, it’s even more fascinating.
I love a good cozy mystery, and there’s nothing like a review of classic cozies to remind me why I fell in love with the genre. Like most of my fellow cozy authors, I read Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, and the Bobbsey Twins as a little girl. Later came Agatha Christie, P.D. James, Dorothy Sayers, Ngaio Marsh, and Patricia Wentworth, to name a few.
When I’m asked who my favorite author is, the short answer is,
Every once in a while I come across mysteries interesting enough to write a blog about. The Shelbourne Restaurant arsenic poisonings is one of them, and in this case, the mystery was never solved.
I found a crustless quiche recipe that contained bacon, but he didn't like that, so I fooled around and developed the following recipe.
|My Mind on Paper|
The first one is how I approach writing a new book. It's an interesting look into the chaos that is my mind.
|Joan Hickson as Miss Marple|
The second article is about my love affair with all things cozy, and in particular, Miss Marple, Agatha Christie's famous amateur sleuth.
There's more to Mrs. Owl than cuteness. She reminds me of a poem I had to memorize in elementary school—like in fourth grade.
There have been times when, on purpose, I've kept my mouth shut during a conversation, nodding and saying mmm-hmm at the appropriate times, just to see if the person notices. Sometimes they don't. The person simply leaves, never once asking me what I think or how I feel or what I've been doing. It makes me sad. . .and I wonder, does that person really know me at all? Do they really value me enough to want to know my thoughts or feelings?
This is also very clear in my relationship with the Lord. I don't want to be guilty of one-sided conversation, Lord, fix this do that bless me bless others give me blah blah blah. . . I want to endeavor to listen to the Lord through Scripture or through the wisdom of Godly people or His still, small voice deep inside. But to do that, I have to be still and quiet. I have to listen.
There are a lot of reasons that Mrs. Owl is now hanging in my office. Cuteness. A school poem. But I think the most important is to remind me, “Be quiet, be still, observe, and listen."