Monday, May 11, 2026

Delaware Behaving Badly / First State, True Crimes by Dave Tabler Trailer, Review, Interview & Giveaway




Book Details:

Book Title:  Delaware Behaving Badly / First State, True Crimes by Dave Tabler
Category: Adult Non-Fiction, 286 pages
Genre: True Crime
Publisher: Dave Tabler
Publication Date: Jan 1, 2026
Content Rating: PG +M: crime is messy. this book has murder, rape, kidnapping, etc. 



Book Description:

Delaware Behaving Badly is a gripping, true-crime-inflected history of the First State's darker moments-scandals, betrayals, and criminal exploits that once made headlines but have since faded from public memory. Drawing on newspaper accounts, court records, and archival materials, author Dave Tabler uncovers stories that range from oyster pirate skirmishes and Prohibition-era rumrunning to political corruption, violent revenge, and fraudulent wartime schemes.

The book brings to life the eccentric figures and forgotten corners of Delaware's past with scene-driven storytelling and deep research. Among the cases covered: a 19th-century embezzler who vanished with bank funds and turned up in Havana; a Prohibition enforcer accused of moonlighting as a bootlegger; a serial predator released on furlough who assaulted again; and a bookie war that upended Wilmington's underworld. Each chapter presents a standalone narrative, but together they form a mosaic of lawlessness, defiance, and the uneasy intersection between crime and power.

Avoiding myth and conjecture, Tabler grounds his accounts in documented fact, often quoting directly from contemporary sources to preserve the raw tone and urgency of the times. Though the crimes differ in scope and era, they all reveal something essential about Delaware's legal system, social tensions, and the limits of justice.

Meticulously curated and written in a crisp, journalistic style, Delaware Behaving Badly does not seek moral closure or tidy resolutions. Instead, it invites readers to confront the discomforting truth that bad behavior-official and unofficial-has always found its place even in the quietest corners of America. This is Delaware history stripped of its polish and presented with an unflinching eye.



Meet the Author:

Ten year old Dave Tabler decided he was going to read the ‘R’ volume from the family’s World Book Encyclopedia set over summer vacation. He never made it from beginning to end. He did, however, become interested in Norman Rockwell, rare-earth elements, and Run for the Roses.

Tabler’s father encouraged him to try his hand at taking pictures with the family camera. With visions of Rockwell dancing in his head, Tabler press-ganged his younger brother into wearing a straw hat and sitting next to a stream barefoot with a homemade fishing pole in his hand. The resulting image was terrible.

Dave Tabler went on to earn degrees in art history and photojournalism despite being told he needed a ‘Plan B.'

Fresh out of college, Tabler contributed the photography for “The Illustrated History of American Civil War Relics,” which taught him how to work with museum curators, collectors, and white cotton gloves. He met a man in the Shenandoah Valley who played the musical saw, a Knoxville fellow who specialized in collecting barbed wire, and Tom Dickey, brother of the man who wrote ‘Deliverance.’

In 2006 Tabler circled back to these earlier encounters with Appalachian culture as an idea for a blog. AppalachianHistory.net today reaches 375,000 readers a year.

Dave Tabler moved to Delaware in 2010 and became smitten with its rich past. He no longer copies Norman Rockwell, but his experience working with curators and collectors came in handy when he got the urge to photograph a love letter to Delaware’s early heritage. This may be the start of something.
Interview:

What literary pilgrimages have you gone on?

The summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college I decided I was going to fill in the gaps in my high school reading. I had spent far too much time in high school only reading the CliffNotes versions of things, and regretted that I hadn’t really absorbed much from the books I was supposed to be reading deeply. I tracked down a copy of the Harvard Great Books list. I made it through Dante’s Inferno, Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography, and Madame Bovary. I started in on The Red and The Black, but it just didn’t engage me, and I bailed on the project at that point.

 

What is the first book that made you cry?

Hands down: The Runaway Bunny. It made me cry as a kid, because some part of me needed to hear that no matter how far I ran, someone would always come find me. That's a pretty powerful thing to hand a child. Then years later I decided to read it to my 10-year-old niece, and I could barely get through it with dry eyes, but for completely different reasons. This time I was the one doing the chasing, not the running. That book hits you twice, and it hits you harder the second time.

 

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

It depends a lot on the environment. If I’m under a tight deadline, if I’ve hit a wall in a piece I’m working on, if Idon’t have a quiet place to write, then sure, it’s exhausting. Most of the time it’s energizing. I’m an early bird: I get up at 4:30 most mornings, walk the dog for 20 minutes to get the blood moving, drink a cup of coffee, then sit down to write for about 2 hours before breakfast. My wife is a late sleeper, so the house is dark, quiet. My writing desk is my world when I’m sitting there. I’m not thinking about chores, or bills, or anything but writing. Lately I’ve been playing Tibetan bell music in the background, and that helps reinforce the meditative state that works best for me when writing.

 

What is your writing Kryptonite?

A chaotic environment. I’m not one who can bang out a piece with a laptop perched on my knees in a noisy airport terminal, for example. Lord knows I’ve tried!

 

Did you ever consider writing under a pseudonym?

Never. I always felt a pseudonym was a protective device in a situation where use of the author’s real name would cause problems. I’m not hiding from anyone or anything. Also, I don’t write in radically different voices, another instance where a pseudonym might be useful. A Dave Tabler book is pretty clearly a Dave Tabler book.

 

What other authors are you friends with, and how do they help you become a better writer?

I don’t hang out with writers. I’m not hostile to doing so, but I’vejust always been kind of a lone wolf. I have a tiny circle of friends, and I kind of enjoythe fact that, not being writers,they don’t ‘talk shop’ about writing.

 

Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

Definitely the latter. I’ve published 5 books to date, another releases in June 2026, and I’m working on two beyond that. They all have ‘Delaware’ in the title. They’re all history books, but different topics. So, in that sense, they can certainly stand on their own. I lived in NYC for decades but was never drawn to writing about it. Why? Because zillions of authors write about New York! I’m drawn to the offbeat, the underdog, the path less traveled. In the case of my Delaware body of work, I love when my readers respond “Oh! I never knew that!” even if they grew UP in the state.

 

What authors did you dislike at first but grew into?

C.S. Lewis. For some reason my first encounter with him was NOT the Narnia Chronicles, but the Screwtape Letters. He struck me as a ponderous professor lost in a cloud of abstract sermonizing. And THEN I came across The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, and fell under his spell.

 

What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

I think Stephen Crane’s The Red Badge of Courage has fallen out of favor, but for me it’s one of the most compelling war stories ever written. I’m working on a new Civil War history at the moment, and I re-read Red Badge just recently to revisit if there was inspiration to be had. I wasn’t disappointed. What’s always intrigued me about Crane and his novel is that he never fought in that war himself. Yet he somehow got closer to the interior truth of War than most writers who actually lived through one. Crane wasn't really writing about the Civil War, though. He was writing about fear, ego, and the gap between the story we tell ourselves and the truth of what we actually did.

As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

Ha! Never thought about that. Well, I guess an owl. As I get older, I hope I’m getting wiser. No guarantee of that, of course. But it’s an ideal I strive for.

 

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

Just two. The Civil War book, and a book about the evolution of the hotel industry. I’m not one to start and stop numerous projects at once. For my personality, that would simply scatter too much energy. When I commit to a project, I want to dive deep. But I always want to be out ahead of the book release curve, so that I’m not caught flat footed with nothing published for long periods. So two books ahead of whatever I’m working on seems to be a good match for me.

 

What did you edit out of this book?

So much. So very much. This is why we writers need editors. For the crime book in particular, I had huge numbers of stories that I felt could have been added. But my editors (I work with two) both pointed out that if a specific crime story didn’t move the overall narrative arc along, it did not earn a place in the book. I’ve learned to respect their judgement.

 

If you didn’t write, what would you do for work?

I worked in ad space sales for years, because for me as for most writers, writing doesn’t pay the bills. But it’s not what I want to be remembered for. It was my day job.

 

Do you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people

will find?

No. I’m not that kind of a writer. I want to state my case very clearly to the reader, not play games.

 

What is your favorite childhood book?

Treasure Island. A map with an X on it. An island. No parents. No school. No obligations. Just danger, and treasure! I feel like Robert Lewis Stevenson understood so clearly that boys don't just want adventure, they want a contained world where the rules are clear and the rewards are real.

 


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My Review:
Wow. I have driven to and through Delaware. The First State. Who knew? I really enjoyed this book. I have driven to Delaware when I was younger and 2 years ago. I would have loved to have had this book then. I would have loved to visit some of the places that the author mentions in his book. The author starts in the 1600's and ends in 2011. Newspaper clippings, quotes and true accounts add to the enjoyment of this read. The history itself is worth it. From talking about the witch trials to laws and acts put into affect were amazing. Tories and underground gambling, I really enjoyed this book Historians, crime buffs, even travelers would get something from this book. I am giving this book a 5/5. I was given a copy. all opinions are my own.

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VERSIONS OF NIRVANA by H.C. Turk Excerpt & Giveaway



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. H.C. Turk will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops at the tour.



In order to save her family, an 18th-century witch entertains suicide, thereby entering a coma-like trance that lasts 300 years. In this magical state, she reaches into the future to guide other people who long for redemption.

England, 1710. Young Alba knows she is a witch, but the term means nothing until her mother is executed for witchcraft. Then Alba enters a trance that causes everyone around her debilitating emotions, just like Alba’s. The trance, which is Alba’s magic, does not appear again until years later when her mentor is arrested and sentenced to death. Panicked, Alba stabs herself in the heart. Instead of dying, she enters a “false sleep” (coma), a state of spiritual consciousness. Hoping to find peace for others, she seeks similar souls in the future.

Germany, 1942: An American soldier is mortally wounded. In his final moment, he experiences the glory of a beautiful life, if only in his dreams. He enters a spiritual realm filled with warm family adventures, metaphysical escapades that are alternately hilarious and horrific, yet always lead away from anguish. Directed by Alba’s unseen influence, Andrew fights for solace, and wins.

Indonesia, 2003: A young American woman on a Western Pacific island must relive an ancient, tortuous journey through a primitive environment in order to redeem the foreigners in the country. Influenced by a power she can only sense in her heart (Alba), Connie seeks a solution of acceptance instead of rejection.

Told with humor and compassion, the heart of the book is the longing to find peace despite haunting failure, and finding joy in helping others achieve the same.


Read an Excerpt

When I was alive, I could not tell you what a train is, or would be. Now, I cannot tell you how I feel about transportation of this nature, a line of connected metal carriages driven by mechanisms like clockwork from beyond; and is that not the source of the future? When I was alive, I could not tell you what a train is, or would be. Now, I cannot tell you how I feel about transportation of this nature, a line of connected metal carriages driven by mechanisms like clockwork from beyond; and is that not the source of the future?

Neither can I tell you the nature of my testimony, though I praise the Deity that I can wield my influence into the lives of other people who deserve liberation. Unlike salvation, which comes from God, redemption comes from the heart.

“Liberation” is a goal of the associated horror ensconcing this era: “warfare,” the particular involved here not local, but global, the second of its kind, though not the last.

1945. How bigoted would I be to say that no witch is good at numbers? Germany. Once I was accused of being of that nationality, and now I virtually live there, with my virtual life.

In the distance, snowy, irregular mountain tops, not the Cambrian Mountains, but the Alps. Some brief words can be so fine.

An American draftee rides in a German Diesel locomotive with other stragglers. (Time is coming for me to absorb the meaning of these new terms and the ideas they represent without delineating their specifics: a nation that did not exist when I was alive, the massive machines, the murderous weapons. Beyond that, how close must one be to a person and their living in order to become a participant, not merely an observer?)

Neither can I tell you the nature of my testimony, though I praise the Deity that I can wield my influence into the lives of other people who deserve liberation. Unlike salvation, which comes from God, redemption comes from the heart.

“Liberation” is a goal of the associated horror ensconcing this era: “warfare,” the particular involved here not local, but global, the second of its kind, though not the last.

1945. How bigoted would I be to say that no witch is good at numbers? Germany. Once I was accused of being of that nationality, and now I virtually live there, with my virtual life.

In the distance, snowy, irregular mountain tops, not the Cambrian Mountains, but the Alps. Some brief words can be so fine.

An American draftee rides in a German Diesel locomotive with other stragglers. (Time is coming for me to absorb the meaning of these new terms and the ideas they represent without delineating their specifics: a nation that did not exist when I was alive, the massive machines, the murderous weapons. Beyond that, how close must one be to a person and their living in order to become a participant, not merely an observer?)

About the Author

H. C. Turk is a writer, sound artist, and visual artist. His novels have been published by Villard and Tor. His short fiction, sound pieces, movies, and visual art have appeared in numerous magazines, websites, podcasts, and film festivals. He used to paint houses (not as an art form.)

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Gossiping About Grimoires by Mildred Abbott Excerpt:


Gossiping About Grimoires
Whispering Witch 
Book One
Mildred Abbott

Genre: Paranormal Mystery
Publisher: Wings of Ink Publications, LLC
Date of Publication: March 10, 2026
ISBN: 979-8243417433
ASIN: B0GJTS4272
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 103,600

Cover Artist: Christian Bentulan 

Book Description:

Maeve Hawthorn writes about witches for a living. They want her to stop.

When a book signing ends in her abduction, Maeve’s only priority is escaping with her corgi, Mischief, alive. That urgency deepens when she learns her captors are real witches, furious that Maeve has been exposing their secrets to the world.

Before Maeve can make sense of how her fiction has become reality, she’s caught in the middle of a murder that leaves her marked by magic she doesn’t understand. When a dying witch’s power floods into her, Maeve becomes the prime suspect in a crime she didn’t commit—and a target for every supernatural being certain she knows too much.

Turns out, magic isn’t a gift. It’s a liability. And clearing her name may cost Maeve far more than her safety.

With danger closing in and no clear allies other than Mischief, Maeve must navigate a hidden supernatural world that wants her silenced… or dead.

Excerpt:

Turning from dawn breaking over the Quarter, I crossed over to the canopy bed where Mischief was having a completely different experience.

After my thousandth time pacing the room, Mischief had crawled on top of the mountain of decorative pillows placed against the headboard and fallen asleep. As normal, she’d started off in a dignified little ball, resting her head on top of her fluffy tail. Barely ten minutes had passed before she flipped onto her back, front legs curved at her chest and hind legs spread in a most un-ladylike manner.

Without thinking, I mimicked her—flopping to the mattress on my back with a cry of terrified frustration.

Mischief snorted in surprise and tried to twist around onto her feet. Instead, she sank between the pillows. She only disappeared for a heartbeat before she thrust her head through a gap at the bottom and shook off a little trail of drool left over from her nap.

“Sorry, sweet girl.”

Mischief only groaned, yawned.

Despite everything, she could still make me laugh. I curled onto my side, snagged under her front legs, heaved her free from the pillow avalanche, and pulled her to my chest.

“Oh, Mischief, what have I gotten us into?”

She snuggled against me and in answer issued a long, relaxed sigh.

“You know, I’m always amazed how much you understand what I’m saying and what’s going on around us. However, you seem completely clueless at the moment, which is surprising.” I buried my face in the large white patch of fur at the back of her neck, tears stinging my eyes. “Although I have to admit, I wish I were clueless right now too.”

Mischief exhaled, sounding annoyed, then squeezed her way out of my embrace, trotted about a foot across the mattress, and plopped down, staring at me.

I laughed again. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to insult you or anything. I only…”

The expression in her eyes brought me up short and ushered back the memory beside Eudora’s body. How in the world had I forgotten?

“I could have sworn you talked to me earlier.”

Her annoyed expression deepened.

I leaned closer. “Are you irritated because that’s ridiculous or because I’ve been too busy being a stress-mess to remember until now?”

She glared, though not necessarily angrily, but more like another flash of what I thought was annoyance. She leaned closer so her nose almost touched mine and held my gaze, staring so hard had it been anyone else, it would have felt invasive and too personal.

But it was Mischief, so I stared right back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.”

She blinked, then stared again.

“You are!” I gasped at the realization. “You are trying to tell me something. Actually, trying to say something… right?”

Though I couldn’t hear even the faintest reply, the expression in her dark eyes was a resounding Yes. Truthfully, it was probably more of a Duh!

“Okay.” In my excitement, I attempted to push aside being captured and my probable purging and scurried up into a sitting position on the bed.

That was instantly too high, so I repositioned to my knees, leaning forward and resting on my forearms, returning our faces to eye level.

Again, I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I got the impression she was laughing.

Strange. Although I suddenly realized how I must look spread over the bed with my rump up in the air. “Kind of like you when you want to play, huh?”

Her eyes twinkled.

Another thrill shot through me.

I had always felt a bond between us and frequently had the impression we could read each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions. But I’d heard other people who loved their dogs say similar. I figured every doggy parent felt that. But this was different, even though I couldn’t hear any words like I thought I had at the cathedral. This was new, even for us.

“Okay… what’s different from earlier?” I thought back to the moment at the cathedral, trying to recall. She’d been on my lap, and I’d buried my face in her fur, as I so often did for comfort. But… I’d just held her a moment ago. Just had my face buried in her fur while I tried not to cry.

Before I could sit up, drag her into my lap, and try again, Mischief drew closer once more and pressed her forehead to mine.

I started to argue, to tell her of my plan of recreating the scene. However, she seemed to know what she was doing better than I did, so I held my position.

Mischief pushed a little harder against my forehead and took a long, slow breath, then released it. Her breath didn’t smell minty fresh or anything, but the warmth washed over my cheeks and felt as familiar and safe as home.

I attempted a slow breath of my own, but it shook.

Mischief did it again.

So did I—longer, deeper, and slower that time. The tightness in my throat lessened, and the claws gripping around my heart loosened ever so slightly.

Safe.

I scrambled back, startled, as I hadn’t really expected it to work. “You said that, right? Not just my imagination?”

Her scowl was all the answer I needed.

“Okay, you did say it. That’s… amazing. And I love you think we’re…” My turn to scowl. “Wait a minute. Do you really think that, or is safe the only word you can say?”

Her chuff upgraded from mild annoyance to exasperation.

“All right.” Despite our situation, I chuckled, because talking or not, Mischief was Mischief.

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but whether because of hope or delusion, I wanted to find meaning.

“All right, let’s say you really are talking and I can hear you. We’ll go a step further and believe you’re choosing to say safe because you truly think we are.”

She blinked. Maybe confirmation? That seemed like a good sign.

“Great, so… you believe we’re safe.”

Reality broke through. I was sitting here talking to my dog. Although I always talked to Mischief—all the time—I’d never expected her to answer back with actual words.

Was I losing my mind?

Mischief growled softly.

“Okay, good point. We’re surrounded by witches. Plus, black cats, otters, alligators, and opossums while we’re at it. Not a huge leap that you might start talking.”

Her growlingstopped.

“I’ll take that as agreement.” I couldn’t help but grin at her, then reached out and stroked her beautiful face. “So you think we’re safe. I guess that’s good, but there’s not a single thing that’s happened that leads me to believe that. Why in the world do you think we’re safe?”

Mischief’s tail began to dance behind her head. Magic.

I gasped again. “You can say more than safe.”

Her wagging ceased instantly.

“Sorry.”

She sighed.

“You think we’re safe because of magic. I don’t see how.” I continued to pet her and try to parse through things out loud, attempting to make sense of it. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m over the moon it’s all real, but magic is what put us in danger—it’s definitely not protecting us.”

Mischief shook her head, pulling away from my touch. She seemed to consider for a second, then stretched out one of her white little paws and placed it on my hand resting against the bedspread.

Magic.

My heart thrilled again at hearing her voice—which mostly sounded like my own voice, my thinking voice or conscience… but… different.

“Yeah, I get it. There’s magic. But it’s being used against us, Mischief, not—”

Magic. She batted my hand with her paw. Maeve. Magic.

“You said my name!” I gasped again and yanked my hand away, covering my heart like a parent whose baby just said “Mama” for the first time.

She rolled her eyes, which… wasn’t new.

“Sorry.”

She scooted close enough to touch again.

Maeve. She glared again. Magic.

Mischief shook her head in what looked like frustration. I didn’t get the sense she was frustrated at me that time, however.

She gave a little hop, then looked back at me before covering my hand with her paw once more. Magic. Maeve. She tapped my hand, one of her claws accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally—scratching my skin. Magic Maeve. Magic Maeve.

“Uhm…”

Mischief shut her eyes, and her tiny little caterpillar brows furrowed like she was straining. Maeve. Is. Magic.

She opened her eyes, looking deep into mine again. Maeve. Magic.


About the Author:

Mildred Abbott writes cozy mysteries filled with humorous and complex characters. Whether brimming with magic or simply an above-average dose of curiosity, Mildred's amateur sleuths solve murders with the cutest sidekicks ever. Fifteen years as a special education teacher and a lifetime of loving rescue dogs result in creating adventures with a ton of heart and the need for lint rollers.









Monday, May 4, 2026

Murder in the Mix (A Gina Morrison Mystery) by Carolyn Eichhorn Giveaway & Interview

Murder in the Mix (A Gina Morrison Mystery) by Carolyn Eichhorn

About Murder in the Mix

 


Murder in the Mix (A Gina Morrison Mystery)

Cozy Mystery

 1st in Series

Settings - Baltimore, Savannah, NYC 

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Grounds for Suspicion 

Publication date ‏ : ‎ October 21, 2025

Print length ‏ : ‎ 272 pages

Paperback ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8218825447 

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FX3C84PV 

Digital

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8218825485

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FX6SYZN2

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When Gina Morrison agrees to pen the memoir of celebrity chef Marisol St James, she expects high-pressure deadlines, diva behavior, and decadent dishes-not murder. But when Marisol is found dead in her restaurant's kitchen, Gina's literary aspirations take a back seat to her survival. Between a cutthroat industry, simmering secrets, and the demands of Marisol's unfinished manuscript, Gina becomes entangled in a web of lies, rivalries, and danger. Worse still, Marisol's killer may be keeping tabs on Gina to ensure she doesn't write too much.

About Carolyn Eichhorn

Carolyn Eichhorn is a mystery novelist and former Disney Imagineer whose work blends suspense, humor, and heart. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing and has published short mystery fiction and essays. Based in the mountains of Western North Carolina, she draws inspiration from small towns, big secrets, and the stories people tell to survive.

INTERVIEW

1.  When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

In grad school. I was considering doing my thesis on mystery and detective fiction, but it didn’t seem like much of a challenge as I’d spent years writing essays and papers on the subject. My advisor’s face when I announced I’d write some fiction for my thesis was priceless, but once I got a few chapters in, he was on board. Before that moment, writing stories seemed like something other people did. But I realized that I had thought the same thing about starting a Master’s program, and that experience was wonderful, so I just went for it!

2.  How long does it take you to write a book?

The first draft really varies. I’ve completed a draft in as little as 6 months and as long as two years, but the revising and reshaping process can drag on for much, much longer. I like to think that I learn more each time that helps me avoid wasting as much time, and that someday I will efficiently be able to write a novel a year. That still seems out of reach.

3.  What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

I have a day job, so my writing schedule has to fit in around that, on weekends, and on vacation. I’m most successful when I can separate from distractions and focus, like in a library or other quiet place.

4.  What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I revise on paper and I use blue pens to mark up my work. Red ink is too aggressive and black just blends in.

5.  How do books get published?

Writers have many options now, and often it comes down to patience and tenacity. To get traditionally published as a fiction author, an agent is usually necessary and landing that first hurdle is tough!The agent shops your book around. For indie writers, all the steps are done by the author – hiring for cover art, formatting, marketing, everything! But the turnaround time is shorter and there’s more control.

6.  Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Ideas are everywhere, so when something strikes me or I hear a funny line, I jot it down. Later, I can combine ideas and that usually leads to the beginnings of a story.

7.  When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I was in my early thirties when I finished my first novel (which will NEVER be published – haha) but wrote and published short stories and essays through my forties and fifties. I published Murder in the Mix at 58.

8.  What do you like to do when you're not writing?

Reading, cooking, restaurants, and travel, as well as spending time at home.

9.  What does your family think of your writing?

They are proud of me for going for it and having fun along the way. They find my enthusiasm for a good murder mystery, Dateline episode, or true crime documentary amusing.

10.             What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

That all writers experience imposter syndrome, especially as most first drafts are a mess.

11.             How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I have a collection of short stories that are snarky thrillers about corporate working life, and several stories in anthologies, but Murder in the Mix is my first published mystery novel and definitely my favorite.

12.             Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

Persistence and grit are key – there are so many opportunities to quit! Writing groups can be helpful. We never know how our stories are experienced by the reader unless we let them tell us. Getting honest feedback about what’s working and what’s not is very useful.

13.             Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

Sometimes. Readers are generally very kind. I love to hear about the things they found funny or relatable, because – again – I can’t be sure it lands they way I hoped until readers tell me.

14.             Do you like to create books for adults?

Yes, and I hope that readers will find some familiarity in the stories.

15.             What do you think makes a good story?

I think there needs to be a balance of the familiar and surprise. Something for readers to connect or identify with alongside something outrageous or ridiculous that has them turning the pages.

16.             As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I thought I’d be an artist, painting scenery and backdrops somewhere.

17.             What Would you like my readers to know?

That joy exists in conveying emotion through story, so when my readers connect to something I’ve written, it’s like magic. I appreciate all the writers who take a chance with my book and I hope they really love it.

 

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April 27 – Jody's Bookish Haven – SPOTLIGHT
April 27 – The Editing Pen – AUTHOR GUEST POST
April 28 – Books, Ramblings, and Tea – SPOTLIGHT
April 28 – Salty Inspirations – AUTHOR GUEST POST
April 29 – Read Your Writes Book Reviews - CHARACTER GUEST POST (Recipe)
April 29 – Books1987 – SPOTLIGHT
April 30 – Christy's Cozy Corners - CHARACTER GUEST POST (Recipe) 
April 30 – MJB Reviewers – SPOTLIGHT
May 1 – Ascroft, eh? – AUTHOR GUEST POST 
May 2 – Sarandipity's – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
May 2 – Sapphyria's Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT
May 3 – Cozy Up With Kathy – REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW
May 4 – StoreyBook Reviews - CHARACTER GUEST POST (Recipe)
May 4 – deal sharing aunt – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
May 5 – Reading Is My SuperPower – AUTHOR GUEST POST
May 6 – Boys' Mom Reads! – SPOTLIGHT
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