Howdunit

Murder, She Writes

I’m taking a break from reviewing mysteries to cover this delightful collection of essays created by crime writers: Howdunit: A Masterclass in Crime Writing by Members of the Detection Club, edited by Martin Edwards. This gem is a collection of 90 writers, including greats like Agatha Cristie and Dorothy L. Sayers to contemporary writers across all genres from traditional mysteries to thrillers.

The book is divided into sections like “Motive,” “Beginnings,” “Plots,” “Detectives,” and “Writing Lives.” It’s not a book that must be read from start to finish, though nothing would stop the reader from taking this approach. I particularly loved an image of a handwritten flow chart by Kate Ellis. A great reminder that some of our best ideas start with scribbles on a sheet of paper.

There are no rules. The only moral compass is honesty, writing to the best of your ability.

A straight avenue to the heart. –Frances Fyfield

It’s a book full of new writers to explore and familiar ones to reconnect with. It’s also a book that, as a writer, I found the shared experience of the challenges of creation and the beauty of putting the puzzle pieces together.

This book’s strength covers both the predictable and the quirky unexpected; those thoughts writers have when caught at a desk for hours wound up in ideas about crimes, clues, and detectives.

A book I keep by my desk for inspiration!

Forest and Sun

I am here, I am in this forest,

where luminance lingers long nearby,

I fall asleep under the cedar tree 

Lengthy languorous slumber 

The tree branches

caught cracking cuts

into my peace like slices,

into my mind like vices:

Waiting, waiting for the sun 

to reach me. 

2022

Wind, rain, and melting snow.

Ways to Appear
(in response to “Ways to Disappear” by Camile Rankine)


In a hallway
with lifted eyes
wrapped in a scarf,
A pair of stomping boots,
not afraid of noise.

Going to the store
going to the beach
Strolling down a narrow road
in Paris, San Gimignano, Capri.

Lifting a voice
raising a hand
sitting in the front row,

Stepping onto stage.


Figuring out the mystery
putting all the parts back together
discovering where the body is buried
long forgotten--
long given up on,
Long ago.

Talking about loss.

Running on a track
Running on a trail
Dancing.

Noticing the blue lighting
on the path in the snow
when the walk takes you

Forward.


A snowy day

2021

An awful year is over. I’m not naive enough to think everything will be better with the start of the new year.

I am hopeful, however.

We have new leadership coming . . .

We have working vaccines for Covid-19. Yeah, Science!

I am still writing words, sentences, paragraphs, manuscripts, books . . .

Happy New Year!

Misty Evening
Winter Morning on Turtleback Mountain

Pandemic Summer

Like many people, I am scared and anxious. I turn to my work, old Cure songs, and my garden to help.

Some flowers

Roses and Foxgloves
An Abundance of Daisies
Rose Campion (and more Daisies)

Some wishes:

Effective COVID 19 vaccines

An end to systematic racism

A new US President

Be Well!