
A Cop’s Thanksgiving: Save a Drumstick for Me
Morning parade.
Smiling faces.
Children playing.
Marching bands.
Turkey.
Pumpkin pie.
Eggnog.
Football.
Pistol. Badge. Vest.
Kiss the kids, please.
And save a drumstick for me.
I'm almost…

Dead Women Sometimes Cry in the Rain, And Baby Socks
If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times---Never start a story with the weather.
Even Elmore Leonard kicked off his "Don't-do-it" list with a rule about using atmospheric conditions to open a story.
Never open a book with…

Writers, Name Your Poison
It was a new novel, the third in her latest series, and, as always, in the early stages of the process the seasoned author required a new notepad for jotting down ideas, thoughts, and research notes. So she flipped back the blue cardboard cover…




