A Tour of Oltramari, Part Two Good to see so many have returned. Noisy last night in the piazza—an altercation between some of the soldiers and deserters, I understand. I hope none of you had trouble sleeping. You, sir, better sit down in the park over there, you look a little tired. We’ll pick you up at the end of the tour. Well, on we go. You’ll remember yesterday we talked about the Duomo and statue and all those churchy things. Now it’s time for shopping. All around the piazza are … [Read more...] about A Tour of Oltramari, Part Two
A Tour of Oltramari, Part One My author says that Oltramari is an imaginary town on the northern coast of Sicily near Palermo. Imaginary? Don’t listen to her. All my mysteries take place in and around Oltramari, Sicily, a city you won’t find on any map. My ancestors settled here centuries ago, so I know all about Oltramari and I’m going to take you on a tour. At first, I’ll do the talking. You can ask questions later. Whatever you do, don’t click. Sit down if you’re tired. That’s right, on … [Read more...] about A Tour of Oltramari, Part One
Thanks for stopping by. I’m guest posting today at Elizabeth Craig’s award-winning site, Mystery Writing is Murder. I’d love for you to visit, and if you feel like it, comment on one or two of your favorite characters. … [Read more...] about Guest Posting at “Mystery Writing Is Murder”
Sometimes my brain feels like the Chelsea Hotel. Unusual types live inside me and this post is about them—the characters that many authors create so vividly that, from time to time, they pop into my head, altered from their originals to be sure, but able to move in two or three places at once and very much alive in my memory. Here are some that haunt me today: Gemma James in the KINKAID/JAMES mystery series by Deborah Crombie. Not short, not tall, the slightly anxious mom, woman, and … [Read more...] about Which Characters Hold You Captive?
From “An Old Friend,” Death Of A Serpent Thursday, October 25, 1866 Serafina stuffed the address into her handbag, stepped outside. Hugging her cape, she visored her eyes, peered toward the piazza, and saw the same carriage return. It circled the statue, its wheels spinning, the horses straining. Pedestrians scurried out of its way. When it halted in front of her, bits of straw, clods of earth flew into her face. She glimpsed a blur of silk sitting inside. Brushing dust from the folds of her … [Read more...] about Her Face Radiant, Her Belly Distended