Posts made in July, 2019

More Double Cousins Birthday Celebration!

Posted by on Jul 31, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

More Double Cousins Birthday Celebration!

As promised, I’ve been busily working on the revisions of the Double Cousins book six. I’ve had the past week off from my “real job” and it has allowed me to focus on the book. In addition, a friend gifted me with a free stay at her mountain cabin and it was just what I needed to jump-start my writing. And the views were breathtaking! So, tomorrow I go back to work at the hospital and I’ll have a break from the editing. I think I might need that. My brain is tired of looking for those weasel words and figuring out how to avoid using “giggled” so many times! But, before that I wanted to tell you about an amazing opportunity for those interested in buying any of the Double Cousins books. If you click on the picture below it will take you to the latest Double Cousins Gazette–a newsletter that I admit has not been very regularly published! It will tell you all about how you can get a fabulous price on the entire set. (And get it personalized and signed.) I know this is short, but I wanted to get the word out and my brain is extremely tired after spending  several hours figuring out how to make this sale possible on my...

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The Double Cousins Celebrate!

Posted by on Jul 20, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Double Cousins Celebrate!

How can it be? Ten years ago today I posted this picture of my sister’s five children each reading a copy of my first book, The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Missing Watch. As it would happen, the books that were shipped to South Dakota arrived BEFORE the books shipped to me in South Carolina. So they got to see the book first. While I didn’t think it was quite fair at the time, it did make for a great photo-op, one I still cherish.   So, here we are now, ten years and six more books later. There are currently five Double Cousins books, two nonfiction books, and a spin-off mystery that still dreams of becoming a series. Someday. But, back to the Double Cousins. A ten year anniversary seems like a big deal. Perhaps even some kind of a celebration—or something! So, here you go! I am here and now announcing the end of the Double Cousins Series.   Yep, you heard me right. But it’s a good thing. Really!   A couple of weeks ago I signed contracts for the last two books in the Double Cousins Series. That will bring the number to a perfect seven and all seven mysteries will have occurred in the span of one year’s time. Yes, it has been a busy year for Max, Carly, et al.     The book I am currently working on is set at camp in Wyoming. What a delight that I received pictures yesterday on Facebook of the young people and counselors at Camp Mallo right now! The only thing better would be if I had been there myself! So, now you know what I’ll be doing for the next few months. The plan is that both books will be out next summer, one in time for camp and the other for our family reunion in Broken Bow, Nebraska. The series will end where it started—at the ranch, of...

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The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble

Posted by on Jul 14, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble

This morning I was stung by two wasps, four times. It reminded me of a very real incident in my life which I fictionalized into this story several years ago. The names of the innocent were changed, as were those of the guilty.       The Revenge of the Gretorogomus Greeble It was my own fault, I guess.  Mom had told me a couple thousand times to put shoes on before I went outside.  She told me all of the bad things that could happen if I didn’t.  Things like stubbing my toe or cutting my foot on a rock or glass.  I remember lots of things my mother told me before she died, but I sure don’t remember her mentioning the Gretorogomus Greeble. But, despite the warnings I like to go outside without my shoes.  I like being able to wiggle my toes.  I like the cool grass under my feet.  I even like walking on rocks.  Well, maybe not early in the spring but soon my feet “toughen up”. This afternoon dad had gone visiting.  He is a minister so he does that a lot.  My older sister Cathy, who is twelve, was put in charge.  Ha!  If my dad only knew. Cathy was mad at me which happens almost every day.  She thinks she can boss me around.  It’s always something, but today she insisted Dad had said we had to do the dishes. That was the last thing on my agenda.  I was going to enjoy the warm spring weather. “He didn’t tell me to do them.”  I slammed the back door. “Lori Alyssa McKenzie, you get back in here,” she screamed.  “He said WE were supposed to clean up the kitchen. I always get stuck with the work.” “So don’t do it.” I yelled back. I meandered across the yard, the new green grass tickling my feet.  It had rained again the night before and my dad had said, “This is the wettest late spring we have had in years.”  I believe him.  Being ten, I remember a bunch of springs, but none this green. Well, one minute I was thinking on the green, green world around me and the next my foot was on fire.  Not exactly literally.  There weren’t any flames or anything, but there should have been.  I howled in anger and pain, hopped a couple of steps, then plopped down to see what was wrong.  I saw what looked like a splinter, surrounded by a great welt raising right up in what my health teacher called the ball of my foot.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          The pain got worse.  I screamed louder. “Cathy, help me!”  The back door banged open and my sister stood there with a dripping dish rag and glared at me. “My foot’s on fire!” I have to admit, the crowd gathered pretty fast.  My little brother, Kent, seven neighbor kids, plus Cathy hovered around; peering anxiously, but rather excitedly, at my foot. “Something attacked me!” “I heard that...

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