Friday, February 28, 2014

Beach Writers: February Starter Sentence

My local beach writers group inspires us to write every month by proposing a starter sentence and we finish the thought. It's interesting to see how many different directions one idea can take us.  If you'd like to read my fellow writer's musings, click here

”Flight 142 for Cleveland is now boarding…” 

Holy hell. When the stewardess said those words, the Pizza Hut Personal Pan Pizza I’d nibbled at 30 minutes earlier turned into a ball of cement in my stomach.  What in the world was I thinking going back to Cleveland?

To a homecoming event, no less? 

Friday, February 21, 2014

Beach Story: Wine Down...

She came through my line with a glass of wine in her hand and looked at me through booze-bleary eyes.  She grunted, then tossed back the dregs of her pinot noir.  “Celebrating tonight,” she said as in way of an excuse of her poor wine-drinking etiquette.  “My husband died today.”  She looked forlornly at her empty glass.  “Truth be told, I killed him.” 
She plucked a crab cake off my proffered tray and stuffed it in her mouth while turning and heading for the bar.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Beach Read: Happy Valentine's day

Ahhh, 'tis the day of l'amour.  And in honor of that I'm re-posting a short story, which was actually my first paid writing gig back in, oh, maybe 10 years ago. That was back when I aspired to be a romance writer, not a mystery writer, so don't expect any dead bodies in this one!  But I still like the story, a lot.  And hope you do to!  


Carole wasted no time in placing her order.  “I’d like a piece of Triple-Chocolate Cherry Cheesecake, please,” she said.  “Wait…on second thought…make that a double.”
          After the waiter bowed and left, Carole glanced at the handsome man seated across the table from her.  “What?” she asked.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Beach Chat with Maggie King

“Birds of a feather, flock together,” they say, and I’m finding that especially true for the Virginia is for Mysteries anthology.  The more I get to know the authors, the more alike I find we are, even though our mysteries are very, very different. Today’s beach chat guest wrote a story that is set in the Kent-Valentine home in Richmond, which also happens to be the headquarters of the Garden Club of Virginia. So old historical home and garden club…what’s not to like? Be sure and check out “A Not So Genteel Murder” in the anthology, but wait, first lets get to know the author.

Today we’re chatting with:  Maggie King

       Recommend a Beach Read:  Any title in MC Beaton’s Agatha Raisin series. She’s fun! And I remember a long-ago afternoon lazing on the beach in Santa Barbara with a Margaret Truman page-turner in hand. I also suggest anything by Jo Dereske, Michael Connelly, and Robert Crais.

       Most cherished beach memory: Trinity Beach in Northern California, January, 1995. It was just after a storm. The sun broke through dark, dramatic clouds that swept across the sky (think 50 shades of gray but in a much different context). Driftwood littered the beach. The incredible beauty and drama took my breath away.