Showing posts from November, 2021


I'm still away adventuring, so here are a few lovely sunrises from this past August in the Sierra Nevada mountains. No commentary needed.  ©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2021  As always, please ask permission to use any photos or text. Link-backs appreciated. Enjoyed this post? Avoid missing out on future posts by  following us .

Spotlight: Nightmare on the Bike Trail

I couldn't do a review this time because of my travel schedule, but I can say that I read and reviewed the first in this series, The Killer Outdoors , and found it a fun premise.   Nightmare On The Bike Trail (A Southwest Exposure Mystery) Cozy Mystery 4th in Series Independently Published (November 9, 2021) ~180 Pages Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08L2JFWDW   Welcome to Bushwhack, New Mexico: home to tourists, the great outdoors, and murder… Andie Sullivan, adventure guide in the mountain community of Bushwhack, NM, is gearing up for the annual bicycle race hosted by her tour company. When a ghost from her and sheriff Zac Mars’ past registers to participate—her suspicions are raised. And then a gun goes off deep in the wooded forest along the trail, leaving her and Zac to fight for their future by revisiting past grievances. With lives at stake and secrets opening old wounds, Andie must piece together the clues to solve a decade old case she thought was closed. But time isn’t on

Flash-Fiction Flashback

This week's treat to help you remember I exist (and that I'm a writer) is a flashback post with a bit of sweet romance I enjoyed re-reading. I hope you do, too.   Under the Oak. A story in 10 very short chapters. I The car coasted to a stop under a big oak that shadowed the pull-out. The lights went out. It was invisible from the road, even if there had been any traffic to see it. At ten on a Tuesday night, no one would drive down that road. "Is this the place?" "Close as I can tell. I wasn't paying as much attention as I might have, last time." The passenger peered through the window into the darkness outside. "I can't make it out. I just can't tell." "You'll see," said the driver. "It'll come back to you." He turned the key, and the motor died. The sounds and scents of a summer night came in through the open windows in the sudden quiet.   The other time had been autumn. II It was 1959. In

While I'm away...

 ... I thought I'd share a few extra photos each week, just for fun.  Today, a few more of the amazing Golden Cathedral .  ©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2021  As always, please ask permission to use any photos or text. Link-backs appreciated. Enjoyed this post? Avoid missing out on future posts by  following us .

IWSG: Gone Hiking

I'm not participating this month, because I'm somewhere in the air at this moment, winging my way to Nepal. But I encourage all of you to click on the badge below and check out what other members of the IWSG are up to! If you leave a comment here, it could be a month before I get back to you. BTW, my one-word answer to the question below is "depends." Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new peopl

Middle Grade Monday: Helen Dore Boylston

  This isn't actually a review of Sue Barton, or any of Helen Dore Boylston's other books. Instead, I wanted to talk about the author, and what I discovered when I read her bio in the new Kindle editions of the classic Sue Barton nursing books. For many of us of a certain age (and in the case of these books, a fair bit older, as the first was written in the 1930s), these books were a childhood delight. For some, I'm sure, it influenced their decisions to become nurses (my own desire to emulate the main character, who is as red-headed as I am, lasted only until I thought about it for five minutes). But a part of me had always assumed that a) Boylston might be as much of a fiction as Caroline Keene (Nancy Drew) and/or b) this was totally made up. Imagine my surprise on discovering that Helen Dore Boylston was actually a nurse, that she served as a nurse in WWI (I told you these dated way back), and that she wrote books besides this series and her Carol Page, Actress series.