I fell in love with books when I was a very little girl. In the summer, I would walk three blocks to the library. Only the walk limited the number of books I checked out, usually five. Even as I read stories, I thought of stories: About family members, neighbors, friends, teachers, and mostly, people I observed from afar. The latter became critical later in life as a newspaper reporter. But much, much later in life when I became a flight attendant, it gave me the basis for so many stories. Passengers offer countless details that work great in character development, and sometimes in their stories themselves. Some of their thoughts/ideas require more research and reading. It’s the same adventure I experienced as a girl, except reversed, instead of reading, I’m doing the writing. What an adventure.
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I’m working on a book in my flight attendant mystery series about the pandemic. I’m looking for stories that could be turned into instances of intrigue or chaos. Those accepted into the storyline will receive a notation in the book. In fact, I can make you a character (first name only) My premise is that the mask disguises malevolent intentions. After all, the whole face is much easier to read than just the eyes. How has this affected you? Were you ever uncomfortable when being watched by a mask-wearer. Please send me your thoughts for a book that should be out before the end of the year.
I’m writing a cozy mystery series about a grandmother flight attendant who “lands” in one conundrum after another. She’s vivacious, has white hair (stylishly cut, of course) and bright, intelligent blue eyes. But it got me thinking. When I was young, I had thought about being a flight attendant, but something sent me down another path. I considered that opportunity gone forever until I found out differently when I retired from a job in marketing. Wow, they were looking for applicants and I applied and was hired. That set off 12 of the most remarkable years of my life, and enough story ideas to keep me writing for years. But I’m wondering. How many others had that dream and never acted on it. I’d love to hear your story.
I’m writing a new Casey Click novel that involves our newest item of apparel, the mask. Though controversial, the majority of citizens deem it an inconvenient but cautious requirement when intermixing with others of their species. But what else do masks conjure? Having grown up on cowboy shows where the bad guys wore masks, it’s easy to bring that notion forward. What about the bad guys? How convenient that they’re required to wear masks. Casey Click can only determine a passengers’ personalities by the look in their eyes, and that’s less easily done than one might imagine. Without the accompanying smile or grimace, the looks in passengers’ eyes provide a bit of a mystery. Can she accurately detect when something has gone amiss? Wait for the book, but before that, share any uncomfortable mask stories in comments that you might have experienced.
While flying, I heard many stories, both from crew members and passengers, with the understood intent that I might incorporate them into books that I’m writing. However, now I am looking for specific subject matter. How has the pandemic changed your life in ways other than reported on the media. Personal experiences, both heartwarming or frightening that might evolve into a mystery. Just the masks alone give lots of possibilities of mysteries, but what have you experienced? How about in flight? Did you notice anything that made you uncomfortable or suspicious? Do you think masks can conceal something suspicious? Thank you. I look forward to hearing from you.
We left a moderate winter in Minnesota for a brief respite in northern Florida. Having grown up in Florida, I knew it could be chilly this time of year. However, even 50’s would offer a nice change. We landed to a balmy 67 degrees and for the first week, the temperatures bounced around in the sixties and on two days the 70’s. Couldn’t ask for more than that. However, I also brought a writing project to work on, which I pretty much ignored the first week. The gods of weather have deemed it necessary to get me back on track, thus plummeting the temps into the low forties with high winds and surf. Time to get to work. But it was nice while it lasted.
Not sure of the age of my granddaughter the last time we went to the beach on the Gulf of Mexico but we’re leaving soon for another visit. This time she is one year away from college. I wonder if she’ll still feed the sea gulls and make sand castles.
The new book, that I had hoped to have out by Halloween was published on the Day of the Dead. It’s strange to write about Wicca just as I was approaching Halloween. There are so many mixed messages in the holiday. Some don’t like it because they tie it to the devil which my research hasn’t proved to be true. I’ve never looked at Halloween with any deeper meaning than kids having fun; dressing up in costumes, threatening a trick if they don’t get a treat. I’ve never known any trick-or-treating kids to mar the holiday with mean tricks or vandalism of any kind. Once in a while teenage boys smash a few pumpkins, but by Halloween, they’re getting pretty soft anyway. As we still work our way through Covid 19, it seems that a sense of humor might be life saving. How are we to continue to live our lives if we feel it will be devoid of humor forever? Though no trick-or-treaters came to our door, I heard that many attended specially contrived events to give them the same sense of fun–socially-distanced of course. I hope the costumes brought lots of giggles and suspect the candy brought a few belly aches. I hope you enjoy my new book and write a review. It’s most appreciated.
Let’s try this again. Halloween is a little over a month away and it’s a controversial holiday. Yes it dates back to pagan times when people believed that on All Hallowed’s Eve, the night before Halloween, the veil was very thin between those who had passed and those who still lived. Thus, that night they […]