Any comment will do, but for fun, since each of my Hidden Springs mysteries will feature a cat, you can tell us if you’ve ever owned or been owned by a cat. The deadline for entries will be Novemat midnight EST. If you win and live across the ocean, the prize will be in e-book form. But I am relieved to report that, as far as I know, no one was ever murdered on the courthouse steps.Īnd now you have a chance to win a copy of Murder at the Courthouse or your choice of my other titles. I had a good time with this first Hidden Springs mystery and enjoyed creating the fictional small town based on my own hometown of Lawrenceburg. For more about those books, you can go to my website, Murder at the Courthouse is my first venture into the cozy mystery world although I have threaded mystery elements into some of my other stories including my recent Shaker book, The Innocent. I’ve written historical romances, young people books, family stories that mix history and romance and Shaker stories. I have typed those first words “Chapter 1” and found those last words “the end” for each of my twenty-nine published books. I’m anxious to be at the end and hoping once I find those elusive two words, the story will be the one I hoped to write when I first typed “Chapter 1.” This time to my third Hidden Springs mystery. Now I’m searching for “the end” once more. In my writing life, I’ve searched for those elusive two word many times. You can remember that the story got written. You can see you’ve been in the same place before and that it wasn’t fatal. That’s one of the good things about keeping a writing journal. But I tell myself to just get the words out there where I can cut them or improve them. I’ve been writing and maybe almost getting my pages, but I sometimes wonder if I’ll be cutting most of those words in the final draft. It’s been a hard work week with too many other things I have to do getting in the way of my five pages a day quota to make sure I meet my deadline. Once more it seems to be hiding from me behind a crazy mixture of words that don’t seem to be paving the pathway I need to glide on toward “the end.” A few years ago I wrote about searching for the end in a blog post. Once more I am searching for the end of a story. One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. I have posted about several of her books over the years and am very happy to showcase her newest venture–small town mystery in Murder at the Courthouse. Plus a guestblog about her writing.
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