by Donna Hatch

An odd Christmas custom that dates back centuries is telling scary ghost stories. Have you noticed in the popular Christmas Song, “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” the verse that says: “Tales of the glories and scary ghost stories of Christmases long, long ago” and wondered over it?

Telling ghost stories is an age-old tradition that many claim cropped up in the Victorian Era, including the traditional Christmas story, A Christmas Carol. However, this custom dates farther back than that. 

Washington Irving penned a novel in 1819 called  The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. The hero in the story visits friends in an English country house during Christmas season in a section entitled Old Christmas. While visiting Bracebridge Hall, our hero basks in the hospitality of the squire and a traditional English Christmas, which includes telling scary “winter tales.” Winter tales have long included tales of ghosts, witches, monsters, and other creatures of darkness.

In A Natural History of Ghosts: 500 Years of Hunting for Proof the author, Roger Clarke, tells of a popular story claiming that shepherds saw ghostly civil war soldiers battling in the skies just before Christmas 1642.

Even earlier,  the Bard, William Shakespeare penned a collection of scary stories entitled Winter Tales.” This romance weaves a tale of tangled identities and apparent death and revival. This suggests that telling weird or bizarre stories whilst gathered around a winter’s evening fire was a wide-spread tradition long before the Bard’s time.

A predecessor of Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe wrote a play entitled The Jew of Malta  in 1589 in which a character Barnabus states:

Now I remember those old women’s words,
Who in my wealth would tell me winter’s tales,
And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night

Since traditions such as this have roots in pagan practices dating back to medieval times, I assume winter tales including ghost stories have been a Christmas tradition since the days of cloak and dagger. But at the very least, the practice of telling ghost stories at Christmas has been in practice since the 1500s.

However, I’m happy that telling ghost stories, except for watching the movie or reading the book, A Christmas Carol, is no longer a major part of American Christmas customs. Can you imagine getting a child to bed who is both excited about presents and frightened of ghosts? Now that is scary!

Still, this practice of telling ghost stories is a plot point that works well for my Christmas novel, A Christmas Secret.

Holly has two Christmas wishes this year; to finally earn her mother’s approval by gaining the notice of a handsome earl with an impeccable reputation, and learn the identity of the stranger who gave her a heart-shattering kiss…even if that stranger is the resident Christmas ghost.

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Yule Traditions

by Cathy MacRae


I don’t know if you wait until the last moment to put up Christmas decorations, or if you’re chomping at the bit in July, but you’ll probably agree, Christmas seems to arrive a bit earlier each year. And while the decorations seem to grow grander every year, there are some that are rooted deeply in the darkness of time.

In pre-Christian Scotland, Celtic Pagans held celebrations around winter solstice, around December 21 or 22, to appease the gods so they’d allow the sun to return (sun rises around 8:30 and sets about 3:30 this time of year in Scotland, and in some more northerly regions, the sun scarcely rises at all) and pretty much to brighten a time when the bitter cold and lingering darkness was fairly depressing. The Yule festivities included feasting, games, drinking, singing, and sacrifices to the appropriate gods.

Here’s a fun list of some of the Yule traditions and how they’ve stayed with us through the years.

The Christmas ham: The Vikings sacrificed a wild boar to Frey, the god of fertility, hoping to assure a good growing season the following year.

Wassail: This word is from an Anglo-Saxon term, waes hael: to be whole or hale. It refers to a drinking salutation or greeting of trees and crops during Yule festivities to ensure abundance in the coming year.

The Christmas wreath: This decoration stems from shaped boughs of evergreen brought inside the house during Yule, symbolizing life.

The Yule log: It was originally a large oak log, carved with runes against misfortune, and decorated with bits of holly or fir. To bring good fortune to the home, the log must burn for 12 hours. Charred pieces were saved to protect the home the following year and used to light the next year’s Yule log. It was likely originally burned outdoors amid a huddled group of people on the longest night of the year, hoping to keep the darkness at bay.

The Christmas tree: As the trees went dormant for the winter, people would decorate the evergreens with bits of food, articles of clothing and other decorative pieces, hoping to entice the tree gods to return in the spring.

Mistletoe: mistletoe-berries-16393_960_720-1This plant is believed to bestow life, protect against poison, and was also considered an aphrodisiac. Part of this belief comes from the legend of Balder, god of light and goodness, who was killed by an arrow made of mistletoe. When his mother, Frigga, learned of her son’s death, her tears turned the red mistletoe berries white, and he was brought back to life. She was so happy, she kissed everyone who passed beneath the tree where the mistletoe grew. Kissing under the mistletoe was considered a fertility rite, which seems appropriate as she was associated with marriage and the birth of children. Mistletoe was also hung from rafters and around doorways to ward off evil spirits.



The Yule goat: (this one was new to me, and perhaps more Scandanavian than Scottish) Said to be one of the oldest Yule symbols, it represents the god Thor who rode through the sky in a wagon pulled by goats. Custom has it that young people, dressed as goats, traveled from house to house, singing and perhaps performing short plays. They were treated to food and drink. (Perhaps the origins of our caroling?)  51ICtI+ChRL


Santa Claus: Representing Old Man Winter, this person would dress in a hooded fur cloak (usually blue) and travel from home to home to join the Yule festivities. He may have originally represented Odin, who was always depicted with a long beard and came to earth on his 8-legged horse to see how his people fared. (are you listening for reindeer hooves or an 8-legged horse on your rooftop?). To those in need, he left gifts of food. In the 8th and 9th centuries when the Vikings conquered Britain, Old Man Winter—or Odin—became Santa Claus.


I hope you enjoyed these little insights. What other symbols do you know the history of?


The Season That Slips Away From You . . .

By Beppie Harrison

The time of scarlet and yellow and orange is almost over, but I have pictures to remember it.

It’s odd, but when I was growing up in Hawaii what I wished for was snow—probably because it was linked with Christmas. All my books that were about Christmas were also about snow and reindeer and snowmen and the North Pole. I’m sure, because there are now children’s books about everything there are also books about Christmas in non-winterish places (Santa Claus on a surfboard? Heaven forbid!) but that was it when I was under 10. Autumn? No one ever mentioned that, as I remember.

It was thus a great satisfaction to me when I moved first to Michigan (married, with small children of my own) and then to Massachusetts (still married, adult children living somewhere else) that snow, at least the first fall, was as beautiful as I’d always believed it would be. Of course, the first time each year I try driving on it I remember why I’m grateful for spring, but watching snow actually falling and snow freshly fallen is just as nice as I thought it would be.

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The great surprise was autumn. I’ve discovered that’s spectacular. Even in Michigan it was beautiful, and to be living in New England where autumn color is on all sides is a local treat. It’s so spectacular so that people come from miles away (mainly south) to see it. All I have to do is look out my very own window. It’s magnificent!

But the essence of autumn is that it’s transitory. Summer, once it comes, sits down and squats there, sweat-provoking heat and all. Winter is another one that tends to go on and on and on. Snow in November? Oh yes, some years, both in Michigan and here in New England. I find snow before Christmas delectable and desirable. Afterwards not so much, unless we’ve had a green Christmas, which is so not fair. Then the first snow comes later and I have to admit is still the beautiful sight. Then. But winter has been know to linger on into April, and even cold days in May, which is inexcusable. Spring deserves its time.

But autumn! It comes, and then it’s gone, with only bare branches left behind. And leaves. Piles and piles of leaves, very satisfactory for small children to roll in, all rough and crackly and if small pieces stick in your sweaters, who cares? Only mothers, who care about some really strange things.

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So here’s a bit of autumn to remember.



Martinmas: Celebrating the Oncoming Winter

by Barbara Bettis

We don’t always think of the medieval period as being a time of parties. But people then actually celebrated a variety of special days, many named for saints. Often the saint day observances coincided with earlier (pagan) celebrations.

On Nov. 11, St. Martin’s Day or Martinmas was, indeed, a major holiday. The Martinmas feast, celebrated the end of autumn and the ‘natural’ beginning of winter.

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By November the autumn harvest and land preparation for winter crops was completed. Time to get ready for the challenging days of winter. Hogs that had been turned out into the woods in October to fatten on acorns were brought in and slaughtered, and the meat preserved. Cattle were butchered, as well, keeping only those few used to begin production in the spring. (Food was scarce enough; extra for animals wasn’t available.)

In fact, the term Martinmas (or martlemass) cattle was applied to cattle butchered at this time of year. And reflecting the hog slaughter is an “old English saying his “His Martinmas will come as it does to every hog,” meaning “he will get his comeuppance” or “everyone must die” (

Because of this widespread butchering, November was often called Bloodmonth. Sounds gruesome, doesn’t it. Actually, it refers to this period of slaughtering animals to be preserved for food during the long, cold months ahead.

The Old English name for November was ‘Blotmonth’ literally “blood-month,” “the time when the early Saxons prepared for winter by sacrificing animals, which they then butchered and stored for food” ( The name November came from “ninth month” which was where November fell in the old Roman calendar.

This celebration of the end-of-harvest-beginning-of-winter honors St. Martin of Tours. A predominant image of St. Martin is of his cutting his cloak in half and sharing with a beggar he saw along the roadside.

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He was a former Roman soldier who became a humble monk and so deplored the idea of becoming a bishop, tradition says, he hid in a pen of geese. It didn’t save him. The honking geese alerted churchmen to his whereabouts. He was brought forth and ordained Bishop of Tours. Thereafter, geese were identified with St. Martin. And goose traditionally was eaten during the Martinmas feasts. Unless you were poor, of course. Then you couldn’t afford it. If you were lucky, you got chicken. Or maybe pork. Or beef. Those two meats were handy, after all.

In the countryside, this time of bounty was celebrated with bonfires, dancing and, of course, drinking and eating. In Scotland, it was a quarter day. (England’s corresponding quarter day fell in September.)

St. Martin’s day, the first feast day in November, could be considered a ‘man’s day.’ But the second November feast/holiday later in the month was in honor of St. Catherine. It was considered a ‘ladies’ day.’ It gave rise to the term the Catherine Wheel. But that’s another story.


Thanks for stopping by to hear the story of St. Martin’s Day and Feast. It sounds a lot like Thanksgiving, doesn’t it? What’s your favorite Thanksgiving dish?

Things That Go Bump in the Night–Welcome to My Halloween

by Jenna Jaxon

Halloween is my very favorite time of year! I’m brimming with excitement right now, with the big day only five days away. At my house, we have always gone all out, although I’ll admit we were better about it when my girls were younger.

The big thing then was our Halloween party. I started a day or two in advance and made all these elaborate treats: Peanut butter cookie broomsticks, monster teeth (apples with candy corn and peanut butter), scary eyeballs (donut holes with M & Ms), mummy hot dogs, worms in dirt (chocolate pudding, ground up Oreos, gummy worms), and a gruesome green witch’s brew (lime sherbet with ginger ale). I just loved all the different ideas for the foods.



We also decorate outside the house and have everything from a stand-up witch, to a flying ghoul, tombstones (one of which laughs maniacally), paintings that change from people to corpses, spider webs with huge spiders. The list goes on.

Yeah, we do Halloween up right!

My eldest daughter and I just finished putting together our treat bags for this year. I’ve found treat bags easier in the long run to loose candy. This year we’re giving out treat bags with both hard candy and chocolate plus a bag of Halloween cheese curls. We used to give out Halloween popcorn mini-bags but I haven’t been able to find those in recent years. 😦



This weekend we’re making our trip to the pumpkin patch and will have a carving marathon. Each of the four of us gets a pumpkin to carve, although my daughter who’s at school out of state has hers carved for her but has to send her own design to us. I save all the seeds and toast them to make a great snack to eat while awaiting the Trick or Treaters.


This weekend we’re also going to Busch Gardens’ Howl-O-Scream. Not that I like to get scared. I actually go for the shows—particularly Monster Stomp at Ripper Row, the best show in the park. It’s Jack the Ripper themed (one of my pet interests) and it has fantastic props and costumes along with some good actors. If you’re in the area (Williamsburg, VA) I suggest going this weekend, your last chance for the fright of your life!Monster-Stomp1-550x350

Sister Time

by Ruth Hartman


Every November, my sister comes for a visit. Though I wish she lived close by, it’s quite a trek for her to come to Indiana from Wyoming. (Garry and I make the trip to see her in the summer.) When she comes, the leaves are turning red and yellow, and the air is chilled. Perfect weather for putting on sweatshirts and taking a walk. And when we walk, we talk. A lot.Ruth - Author pic

Though we text pretty often, it’s not the same as face to face catching up. And let’s admit it, there are certain things you can only share with a sibling. Inside family jokes reach a whole new hilarious pitch when Chris and I get together. Giggles morph into laughs, which then turn into snorts. Loud ones.

We’ve always been close, though some might find that hard to believe since she is ten years older than I am. I have to say that she, as well as our two brothers, always looked out for me, making me feel loved and special.

When she left for college, I was only eight, so our time of actually living together wasn’t long. Shortly after she graduated, she got married and took off with her husband, living in various states and even a foreign country. The longest she spent in any one place was twenty-plus years in Alaska.

That might explain why I’ve been there seven times!

Though we always got along growing up, it changed for the better when I reached adulthood. The dynamics of our relationship and subjects of our conversations changed to reflect our more grown-up perspectives and mature natures.

Ha… that doesn’t go with the snorting, does it? Maybe we’re not so mature…

At any rate, we love our time together, not much caring what we do as long as it’s just her and me. We even go so far as to shop. Which we both hate. Somehow, though, having Chris along makes everything fun. Especially when we laugh so hard, store clerks give us the stink-eye. Which, of course, makes us laugh harder. Watching a terrible movie once, that was supposed to be serious, we found it so ridiculous that not only did other movie-goers glare at us, I’m surprised we didn’t get tossed out.

When I wanted to quit my job as a dental hygienist and write fulltime, she understood. And encouraged me. When I had a health scare, she was one of the first I told. Getting advice from her always gives me confidence and strength I wouldn’t have otherwise had.

This holiday season, make time for those who are important to you. Whether it’s a goofy older sister, or not.



Why I Like Thanksgiving Better Than Halloween

by Beppie Harrison


I just finished discussing this with my grown daughter, and I don’t think she entirely agrees with me, so let’s start with a mild objection from the wings.

Here it is, almost mid-October, and the Holiday Season is just about on us. I can feel the marching feet. This would feel more normal if it were colder outside, but we seem to be having a very warm autumn in New England. The trees are bravely beginning to produce a little of the bright color we’re famous for, but it’s hard to work up much enthusiasm when the temperatures have been in the 70s.

Even so, Halloween is coming. There are those who point out the big thing about Halloween is not having to fix an enormous dinner that takes all day to prepare and somewhere around 20 minutes to eat. That is not my point of view.


My point of view is somewhat different. Halloween (and I’ve raised four children, so I know) starts early in October when one’s offspring commence hassling you about costumes. Costumes and decorations. The decorations I can handle. Costumes? If we had been rich, then costumes would have been an easy matter. We would have trotted off to the nearest shopping emporium and listened to the inevitable argument about who was going to be whom (3 girls, none of whom wanted to be All The Same Thing but all of whom wanted to be a Princess or whatever that year’s equivalent was). The boy would have been a cowboy or a monster or Darth Vader. Fine. But we were not rich. Halloween had to be homemade. Me and my trusty sewing machine could cope with one cowboy, or one monster. Darth Vader I had to argue him out of. (Year after year after year.) Three princesses? Bear in mind that my seamstress skills are marginal. Some years we got closer than others. Then, because at that point we lived in Michigan, the end of October is COLD. So princess or monster, there had to be a warm garment over the top.

But that wasn’t the worst of Halloween. The worst was after Halloween. Candy wrappers, to be specific. I tried two techniques. One, urged on by neighbors, was to allow a one day eat-all-you-can. Then all leftover candy is discarded, preferably at some distance from the house. The children may get sick (which is also a disadvantage) but the day after Halloween it’s all over. I think I tried that one year and discovered rebellion and quite brilliant smuggling techniques in the ranks. My more ordinary course of action was to dole out the candy in small manageable numbers day after day (after day) in their bag lunches and as a getting-home-from-school treat. This meant that candy wrappers followed us all around the house until the end of November. Or even later, given the skills I had inadvertently encouraged that one year.

Thanksgiving? What’s not to like about Thanksgiving? There’s delicious food, and if you just invite some people over they are likely to bring some of it. Say, the pie? Then all you’ve got to do (besides turkey) is potatoes and veg. This method also provides company in the kitchen since mostly the people who bring food stay to fuss with it. There’s the table to set, but if you put little candy and nut cups by each person’s place, your children can have a wonderful time setting the table and filling those up, and all you need to do is provide roughly a third more candy and nuts than the cups will accommodate to allow for some wastage during the process. Roasting a turkey? Simple process unless you choose to get fancy. Open oven door, insert turkey (with stuffing in it if you choose or flavorful vegetables if that’s your choice), and leave it there for hours during which you can sit down with the company. No costumes, no candy wrappers. Just good food.


No contest. Thanksgiving wins!

Brabanters Warriors

By Máiri Norris


One of the things I love most about writing historical romance is that integral component of the subject, research. History is endlessly intriguing as one delves into cultures, customs, languages and habits of peoples who lived in times and places far different from one’s own.

As I study the refined societies of the ancient Brythons or those of the High Medieval period, I occasionally feel as if I’ve wandered, not into another time, but onto an alien planet. Amazingly sophisticated levels of knowledge and technology often coexisted hand in hand with bizarre—and sometimes deadly—beliefs.

One of the most gripping areas of inquiry is the art of war. Brutality and conflict have characterized humanity’s struggle for life from the very earliest of oral tradition and written record. There is an undeniable fascination in the study of the ancient methods of conquest.

An enduring aspect of the making of war throughout the centuries was the mercenary—that hardy soul, peculiarly of ‘foreign’ birth trained in the art of combat-for-pay. Also known in those early days by the various terms ‘mercennarios’, ‘solidarii’ and ‘stipendiarii’, the reputation of these warriors was such that they might be hated and feared or glorified and blessed, both at once.

However, more often than not their chosen profession was vilified by the general populace, but not, as is the modern viewpoint, because they owed loyalty only to the one who paid them. It was common practice of those days for knights and warriors to fight for coin [even Crusaders], once they had fulfilled their forty-day ‘duty’ to their lord. But the monarchs and noblemen who hired them understood their positions—and frequently their very lives—depended on these skilled fighters. They used them as extensively as their coin would allow.


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Historians agree mercenary armies in general were no more rapacious than regular troops. ‘Ravaging’ and ‘siege-craft’ were methods of warfare practiced by all armies. Kings routinely pursued the ‘scorched earth’ policy as a first step in launching war.

As specific units, there were among the mercenaries those with reputations as ‘honorable’ fighters, and those who became famous for their brutality, cruelty and excessive use of force. One particular band generally classed with the latter was the Brabanters [aka Brabácons, Cotereaux or Routiers (‘ravagers’)], so called because they originated from the area of Brabant located in what is now the Netherlands and Belgium. [Brabant was made a duchy of the Holy Roman Empire, c. 1190.] Later men of this affiliation were drawn from all areas of northern Europe.

The expense of hiring Brabanters was significantly greater than other early medieval troops, but they were among the elite warriors of their day. Unlike the regular armies composed of knights performing their required forty-day service, Brabanters willingly fought year round. Warfare was their way of life.

History records that more than one king owed his continued reign to the service of the Brabanters. One example was King Henri II’s successful use of Brabanter warriors in the Battle of Dol, Brittany, during the rebellion of 1173.

Among the most famous of the Brabanters was Mercadier, “prince of the Brabanters” and commander of the Brabanter forces in southern France. He fought in the Third Crusade. Later, his loyalty was given to Richard I, Coeur de Lion, whom he faithfully served until the king’s death (and after, when he captured the archer who shot and killed the king and had the man flayed.)

Brabanter archers—crossbowmen—may be the originators of the word “gaffle”. This was a steel piece on a crossbow that provided the leverage to bend the bow.

The Brabanters were among the most ruthless and brutal of the mercenary forces. Bloodthirsty and savage, they terrorized entire populations. As a result, the Third Lateran Council of 1179 condemned them en masse, directing that all who hired them be excommunicated.

Finally, the Magna Carta of 1215 banished all foreign mercenaries from England (which King John promptly ignored by hiring large numbers of Brabanter forces under the leadership of Walter Buc.)


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Mercenaries of Brabant were first seen in England with William the Conqueror, though it was not until the time of King Stephen they appeared in significant numbers. King Henri II used them extensively, but for the most part kept them out of England (they served mostly in France). A little over a century later Brabanter mercenaries served in the Hundred Years War, fighting with the English armies in Cambrai and Tournay, France.

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Traveling on Silver Penny

By Ella Quinn

Ella Quinn 1Living on a sailboat was our retirement dream. And for the past three years my husband and I have lived on the sailing boat Silver Penny. We’ve traveled a lot. In many ways sailing today is like it was during the Regency, 200 years ago. The sailing routes we take having changed in hundreds of years.

Twice every year, we made off-shore passages either from the US, generally starting in Hampton, Virginia with the Salty Dawg Rally to the British Virgin Islands. Passages from north to south always (if one is smart) take place after November 1st until early winter. Then we made the passage back north again in April or May. Those trips usually lasted about eight days.

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Last year we decided to cross the Atlantic. The preparations took several months and a lot of research. Again, we decided to go with a rally. For those of you who are envisioning a group of boats sailing together, banish it from your minds. We may all start out together but within a day or two, other than the twice daily radio check-ins, you’re out there pretty much by yourself. Transatlantic crossings from west to east always take place between the middle of May to the middle of June. Why? That’s when the fewest people die. Before the middle of May one is still subject to storms out of the north. After the middle of June, hurricane season begins.

Provisioning (planning food and meals for everyone onboard for a month) was one of the most challenging parts of preparations. I had to make sure we had nutritious meals and snacks that weren’t boring. There is no running to the store in the middle of the ocean.Ella Quinn 2-Hampton to STT 2

Believe it or not, the actual passage is pretty unexciting, which is exactly what you want. Although, there are always those days when the winds kick up, and your sails are reefed (reducing the amount of sail you have up) or your weather router tells you to get south fast because there is a low coming. Some days you have very little wind at all. That’s the perfect time to clean the boat, enjoy the sun, and cook something more interesting.

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Depending on the boat and winds, the crossing will generally take between 10-16 days. We made it in fourteen. Other boats who decided to brave the 45 knot winds made in ten. The fun part was reaching the Azores and meeting up with the boats already there and greeting the incoming boats.

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Do you plan on traveling when you retire?

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On Taking A Writing Hiatus

 by Mairi Norris

Authors love to write.

One might think this goes without saying, and one would be correct. We write because we love it, because we need to write. From the romantic viewpoint, our souls starve without indulging in the creativity of transcribing the stories in our hearts onto the printed or digital page. On the practical side, it’s also drummed into us that the more books we write (and the faster), the better.

Why then would an author take a five month break from the craft they love so much? There are many reasons, but I took mine simply because I needed it and because my next book is a low-fantasy medieval romance requiring months of world-building. During that time, while my ‘creative juices’ quietly worked their way through everything from names and personalities for the characters to the new world’s science, technology, foods, morals, social structure, etc., my husband and I took some ‘time off’ and I worked to finish a major personal project.

 While we could not at this time take a true ‘vacation’, we did visit some nearby places we’d not been to before. These included Bacon’s Castle, a 17th c. plantation house associated with the rebellion of the patriot Nathanial Bacon, and the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden in Richmond. These gardens are a place of utter magic. The Victorian style, domed glass conservatory enchanted me, especially the ‘butterfly house’ section. We bought lifetime membership and plan to make seasonal visits whenever possible.



The major project I worked on was part of my hobby, dollhouse miniatures, and encompassed the creation of a large antique mall in 1/12 scale [1”=1’] I’ve named Bygone Elegance. I’ve now completed most of the construction and interior decorating of the store. Filling it with miniature ‘antiques’ comes next – but not until after I finish my next book.


Yes, the hiatus from writing was needful and refreshed mind, soul, and spirit. Now I am excited and ‘champing at the bit’ to return to writing and the enjoyment of creating a new medieval fantasy world – but for those of you who love ‘real world’ medieval, don’t worry. The world I’m building won’t be all that different from our real world in the 16th century. If all goes well, the book will be ready for a Christmas release.

 So, if your favorite writer drops off the scene for a while, consider he or she might be indulging in a  rest from creating. Eventually, the need comes to all of us, but it usually results in even better stories for our readers.