Summer Vacation Fulfilled its Promise

We’re just back from our annual stay on Allen Cove in Brooklin, where the library is situated at the very center of the village. This is as it should be, because the Friend Memorial Library is a hub for both year-round patrons and summer visitors.

Friend Memorial Library in Brooklin

On July 28, the library hosted Cheryl Head, Rob Kelley and me for an enjoyable conversation about crime writing.  We kicked things off by each reading a brief passage from our work before chatting with the engaged audience about where/how/why we write.

Cheryl chose the opening scene from her work in progress, a historical mystery with the heart of a Western. The passage ended with a hook that made the audience (including Rob and I) gasp with delight.

Rob introduced the audience to Mev Hayes, the intriguing protagonist in RAVEN, his debut novel that was nominated for the 2026 Maine Literary Award.  A skilled techie, Mev can’t quite figure out how she was admitted as a grad student and welcomed into a prestigious MIT computer lab after her proclivity for hacking got her bounced out of an undistinguished undergraduate school in the Midwest.

Here I am with Cheryl Head and Rob Kelley

I read from my short story ASSUMPTIONS CAN GET YOU KILLED, which features a New York novelist who realizes she’s a fish waaaay out of water when on a solo writing retreat at her dead mother’s cottage perched atop a sea cliff in Downeast Maine.

We also talked about what everyone’s reading this summer. When I mentioned my vow to finally read LONESOME DOVE (see my recent summer reads post here: https://mainecrimewriters.com/2026/06/16/books-im-dying-to-read/) library director Catherine Nevin said Friend Memorial and all of the other local libraries have long wait lists for Larry McMurtry’s classic this year. Apparently, I’m on trend reading-wise.

I’m happy to report that last summer’s plan for expansion of the library is fast becoming this summer’s reality. The new addition to Friend Memorial will honor the town’s boatbuilding heritage with a maritime research center. It also will make possible an enlarged collection, more space for children’s programming and more accessible technology.  Here’s the link to last summer’s post:  https://mainecrimewriters.com/2025/08/06/a-maritime-research-center-in-a-boat-building-hub/ and here’s a link to the library’s own website that chronicles the brisk pace of construction to date on what its staff and board rightly call A Library For Us All: https://campaign.friendml.org/blog

Construction of the library’s addition is proceeding apace.

We did more than just hang out at the library, of course. I got a lot of writing done, fueled by my usual summer vacation breakfast of blueberry pie.

We swam most every afternoon, watched the tide rise and fall and listened to Red Sox games on the radio (old school!) as the sunset painted the evening sky over the cove.

Happily, my favorite songbird was nearby for the entire two weeks, serenading us from a perch very close to the cottage. For those of you who appreciate the flute-like song of the Hermit Thrush as much as I do, here it is: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Hermit_Thrush/overview

What did you do on your summer vacation? Let us know in the comments.

Brenda Buchanan sets her novels and short stories in Maine. Her three-book Joe Gale series features a contemporary newspaper reporter with old-school style who covers the courts and crime beat at the fictional Portland Daily Chronicle. Brenda’s short story, “Means, Motive, and Opportunity,” was included in the anthology Bloodroot: Best New England Crime Stories 2021 and received an honorable mention in Best American Mystery and Suspense 2022.  Her story “Cape Jewell,” appeared in Snakeberry: Best New England Crime Stories 2025. “Crime of Devotion” was included in Murder Most Senior, an anthology released this spring at the Malice Domestic conference and her story “Links in the Chain” will be published in the anthology The Lines We Cross, which will launch at Bouchercon this coming October.

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Booking A Trip, or Vice-Versa

About half my haul shown here

John Clark recounting our annual trip Down East in a slightly different way. Many readers of this blog know that one way I keep active is as a used bookseller, mostly stuff I buy at library book sales. Over the years, I have discovered some favorites, the Ten Cent Sales at the Thompson Free Library, our own annual sale here at the Waterville Public Library, The Lithgow Library sale (coming up this week), and three in Washington County I look forward to as part of our vacation. We missed the sale over the 4th in Lubec, but hit the one in Eastport at the Peavey Memorial Library. Their sale is more or less ongoing during the summer months, with an entry way filled with goodies, plus on sunny days, boxes on tables outside. Calais Free Library also has an ongoing sale in a room downstairs, as well as an array of music CDs and DVDs in the entry as you come in.

Beth and I have reached an agreement on my purchasing. For every box/bag that comes in, one must go out. This was, at first, painful, but I have adjusted, and Ebay, where I sell, makes triaging a simple process. I can sort my listings in numerous ways, including by how long an item has been for sale. If something has been listed for more than a year without any interest, that’s generally one I remove. If one has been up for that long with some interest, I drop the price to encourage buyers.

At one recent book sale, I found a huge number of Maine town histories that had been weeded. Those have turned out to be hot sellers. One aspect of selling, aside from making some money, is seeing how books go to what I would call ‘perfect users.’ On example was a town history from a small place in Penobscot County that I sold to the niece of the author. She made an offer and told me who she was and that she was on a fixed income, so I dropped the price and made her day.

Our younger daughter, Lisa had me looking for new/like new kids books that could be used in a prize machine rewarding achievement and good behavior at the Poland Elementary School where granddaughter Gemma goes. I found 25 at one recent sale that fit the bill.

I’m a big music lover (more about that next month), so I’m always on the lookout for CDs by groups I like, or am curious about. After hitting recent sales, I’m armed with an abundance of great tunes, and even some comedy albums.

Below are some examples of my finds, some odd, eclectic, or just plain interesting. What luck have you had at library book sales?

Brand new reprints of a mystery series

Love this cover

Another really funky title

British mystery series

Great science fiction story. I read it in one sitting

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What I’ve Got Going On (Summer 2026 edition)

My mind is pinging in about a thousand directions right now. I have a teenager in the house officially. Kid grew four and a half inches this year and is taller than me and now I’m looking at my younger son and realizing I’m counting down the days before I’m the shortest one in the house. I am emotionally preparing.


What I’m Up To

I’ve been traveling a lot for work and for family reasons. Which means I’ve had lots of time for audiobooks and podcasts and, for better or worse, my own thoughts. Had a great conversation with Matt Cost, Travis Kennedy, and Tim Queeney about writing at the Windham Public Library at the end of July and am looking forward to connecting with all three again. Hopefully sometime soon.

I have another story out in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine for the Sept/Oct edition. “We, the Aging” is my third Sloane story (which was actually the first that I wrote, but submission timelines are a funny thing). Her stories are set in and around Portland and feature some of my favorite spots. Sammy Scoops! Payson Park!

Because Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazines have undergone a change in their printer, physical copies have been held up. But the good news is you can access any of the stories I’ve published in both publications this year for free.

  • “Generous Strike Zone” in the March/April Alfred Hitchcock
  • “Best and Sweetest Things” in the May/June Ellery Queen
  • “A Well-Worn Path” in the July/August Ellery Queen
  • “We, the Aging” in the Sept/Oct Alfred Hitchcock

More information about how to access digital copies for free can be found on HERE for Ellery Queen and HERE for Alfred Hitchcock.

I have a few events I’m looking forward to:

  • 8/11: Talking to Ryan Lowell about his book Freight tomorrow at Longfellow Books in Portland. 6:00. If you are in the area, please come by. It’s a great read and Ryan is a really thoughtful writer. Going to plug this one again because I really enjoyed it. You can read his interview HERE.
  • 8/27: attending a library event in Tenant’s Harbor with Margot Anne Kelley and fellow Maine Crime writer Robert Kelley. We are going to talk craft.

What I’m Reading (or just finished)

SMALL MERCIES by Dennis Lehane

Oh man oh man. Mary Pat is a really complicated person. I was thoroughly pulled in from page one. Her voice. *Chef’s kiss* Probably what I ought to expect from a writer like Lehane. He grew up in Dorchester and watched Boston’s integrated bussing play out as a nine year old. When he talks about this story, he says it poured out of him. Some of the scenes are based on his memories. I wouldn’t call it an easy read. But it’s worth it.

THE SLIP by Lucas Schaefer *DEBUT*

A real delight of a debut so far (*Full disclosure* I’m not done yet). The writing is like watching a boxing match which makes sense because the story is set against the backdrop of 1998 boxing clubs in Texas and is about the disappearance of a boy. Schaefer offers up a nuanced take on identity. I usually like writing that is tight and clean and this one meanders more. But the meandering feels necessary to the story Schaefer is telling.

THE SWEET FOREVER by George Pelecanos

I took a trip to DC. Had to read some Pelecanos to go with it. I lived and worked there for about ten years, made some great friends, and taught some great kids. The Sweet Forever is the third book in his DC Quartet published in 1998. The atmosphere of this book stands up. And man oh man can Pelecanos weave POVs and subplots like a tapestry. I just missed him at Politics and Prose for the release of his latest, The Blue Flame. Adding this to my TBR list now.

Other Summer Reading Highlights

  • Waves of Burden by Curtis Ippolito *GREAT SMALL PRESS READ*
  • The God of the Woods by Liz Moore
  • Crooks by Lou Berney
  • Serpico by Peter Maas

What I’m Watching (or just watched)

  • Antiques Roadshow #alwaysandforever
  • Serpico (1973)
  • The Kid Detective (2020)
  • Out of the Past (1947)
  • The Lowdown (2025-??)

All of these are delightful for different reasons. Highly recommend.

Let me know what you have going on. Anything I need to add to my list?

 

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Weekend Update: August 8-9, 2026

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Gabi Stiteler (Monday), John Clark (Tuesday), Brenda Buchanan (Thursday), and Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

 

Kathy Lynn Emerson: From August 11 until September 30 all my middle grades and YA fiction will be on sale from Overdrive at 50% off. That includes two mysteries, The Mystery of Hilliard’s Castle and The Mystery of the Missing Bagpipes. The other titles are Shalla, Katie’s Way, Julia’s Mending and Someday. All except the last were written for ages 8-12. Someday is a YA for slightly older readers.

 

Matt Cost: Will be signing books at the Sherman’s Books in Boothbay Harbor today, Saturday, August 8, from 1-3 PM.

On August 11th, Cost will be interviewing Travis Kennedy about writing and his debut novel, The Whyte Python World Tour, as part of the Topsham Public Library Author Series at 6 PM.

 

 

On Thursday, August 13th, Cost will be participating in Mystery Making Mayhem at the Southport Memorial Library at 6:30 PM along with Kate Flora, Allison Keeton, and Anne Britting-Oleson.

 

 

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

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AUGUST 2026

A Dee Rommel Mystery

Is out, available and so far, so good!

We all know it’s an incredible feeling, holding that book in your hand. Or hearing that someone is reading the book or ebook of your story.  When you start getting notes from people about how they “read it in two days, couldn’t put it down.”  “Best one yet!” Loved it!” (THANKS for all those texts and notes – and keep them coming!) and positive reviews start coming in – you feel yourself calming down.

6 DAYS was over a year’s worth of work. I had prided myself in getting out a Dee Rommel book once a year. I know this schedule is not fast by many of my fellow Maine author’s standards but it seemed to be what it takes for me to get one done. (10 DAYS, 9 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 7 DAYS and now 6… five more to go in the 10-part series!)  I was kicking myself royally on 6 DAYS because it took 14 months to get done.  I kept telling myself that having to deal with (accept) deaths of a few close friends, my family’s various health problems, days of misery watching the America I had been so proud of diminish in my eyes and in the eyes of the world, obsession with making my own sourdough bread, avoiding exercising by gossiping with my neighbors, reading a thousand short stories and friends’ novels and trying like hell to figure out why all the Instagram videos about Oprah’s and Kelly Clarkson’s magic weight loss drinks showed pictures of baking soda when baking soda is not even one of the ingredients in that famous (bogus) magic elixir – and wanting to sleep a lot kept getting in the way on long stretches of writing and revising.

Those things above and a 6 DAYS story problem  (thank goodness it got fixed) got me into a state I had never experienced before. Could it be? Was I experiencing this? (Starts with a D and ends with an N.) Didn’t even know I could have been close until one day I said out loud: “Who Cares?”

I had spent most of my mothering days (one daughter, she’s great) making sure that thought did not become a recurring idea in her head.  “Gotta care about what we do. Where we live. About our friends. About being curious. About being productive.”

That’s the word I began to trip on.  “Productive.”  It was something drummed into me as a kid. How do I add to the universe, not just take from it.  I have a great older friend who I admire and secretly wish I could be sometimes (or could grow up to be) who retired relatively young from a high stress corporate job and took to taking long walks on the beach, attending yoga classes, making mimosas, chatting up neighbors, and making a good all-over body tan a priority (she’s a Californian).  I asked her (because as a Midwestern the call to “productivity” was part of my identity) what else she planned to do. Her answer has always stayed with me:

“Nothing,” she said. “Jule, doing nothing can be very fulfilling.”

It was, to me, like saying, I’m happy just being a tick just sucking on the blood of others.

Time passed. This friend who recommended “nothing” still fills her life enjoying her walks the beach, napping and making mimosas, but she also heads up the Beach Activist Board for Clean Waters, she’s become a docent/guide at a Nature Park and teaches kids about the birds and insects in the Park, she interacts with Hospice and chats up the house-bound in her community. She’s become an avid Crime/Mystery reader, and she’s been one of my most helpful beta readers.

From high-stressed corporate job to “nothing”.  I finally saw what “nothing” got her. Her literal dedication to doing  “nothing” led her to the new “somethings” in her life.  Her nothings led to a big life change. But she’ll still tell me, “Jule, doing nothing can be very important.”

In other words, time is needed sometimes. So take time.

So don’t sweat the difference between 11 or 12 months and 14 months.  And 6 DAYS took the time that it needed.

That was a digression, but what are blogs for? Sometimes.  Mmmhhhmm.

All to say that I am so glad 6 DAYS, A Dee Rommel Mystery is out and if it took me two extra months to find the crux of what I wanted to do with the story – so be it.  The “nothing” feeling I experienced while learning to make a good sourdough, or getting sick of social media’s lies, or reading till my eyes hurt was needed.

If you get a chance to read 6 DAYS – let me know. And leave a Goodreads or Amazon review!  You know how much they help! Thanks!

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Writing Now Makes Me Revisit Summers Past

Kate Flora: I’ve been in a terribly fallow period this summer. Not writing much, just reviewing and revising and trying to decide what to do with some of those “books in the drawer” that I’d like to find homes for. This week, I started writing a short story. I didn’t get far but it reminded me about process. About how when a book or story idea starts cooking, there’s as much pondering and wondering as writing in those early days. Who is this story about and why? Why are we meeting this character is this situation? What’s the backstory and where will that lead? I’d forgotten how much I like those early days when I’m more discovering for myself than disclosing the story to the reader.

This morning it is raining, something of a rarity of this summer. The world I’m looking out on is not the gorgeous and inviting blue skies and shining blue ocean of most days but gray sky and gray sea. As I was having my coffee, a kingfisher landed on the dock and lingered there. Farther out above the cove, an osprey battled the winds to bring a fish home to the nest.

I lacked inspiration for a blog post this week, so I went back to the early days of the blog, and read through what I had written in other Augusts. What had piqued my imagination in other years? Where had my mind been? Here’s a bit of those earlier ponderings.

Kate Flora. I’m amazed that suddenly it is August and there is already an unwanted nip in morning air. As I’m sinking into a new book, and feeling like I need a tune-up, I’ve been trying to do some of the exercises I assign to my students to tune up their awareness of the world around them. While we all have many senses to choose from, in August, it is the scents that capture my imagination and send me back through decades of Maine summers.

Last week, I was in Union, picking berries in my blueberry field. I’ve been picking berries in that field probably since I was old enough to walk, and bending down to grab some berries, I was assailed by the blended scents of drying plants, crushed vegetation, and the hot, sweet ferment of berries cooked by the sun. August plants have a rich, slightly tired smell, making themselves known before the sun finishes cooking them or the cold weather comes to put them to be for another year.

If you don’t think August has its own set of smells, take yourself to three or four different familiar places, close your eyes, and inhale. Don’t rush things. Take your time to notice what is coming at you, what the wind currents bring. What your moving feet disturbs. Sage. Beach roses. Hot seaweed baking in the sun. Go to a farmer’s market and don’t just take in the visuals. There are stargazer lilies and cinnamon bread, the first early scents of apples. Close up, the enticements of ripe melon and the almost irresistible sweetness of ripe peaches. The nip of fresh, young onions.

The other day, driving through Portland, the air was suddenly thick with the happy grease smell of fried clams.  I was reminded of years ago, when I was driving behind a man who filled the entire front seat of his car, and the whole vehicle dipped on the driver’s side. He wore a white chef’s jacket and had a bumper sticker: Warning: I Brake for Food. When I caught a whiff of that fried clam smell, I would have braked, too, if I’d only known where to go.

I grew up on a lake, and so my water memory is of the vegetative smell of lake water and the slight tannins of decaying leaves. Twelve years ago, when we got a place on the ocean, I acquired a new set of Maine smells. Walking down the steps to the cottage, I would take deep lungfuls of briny air and feel like I’d been given a tonic. Mackerel Cove is a working lobster harbor and so yes, there is also sometimes the smell of lobster bait.

At night, as a child, I would swing under the old apple tree in the back yard, watching the sun setting behind the hills, while a cacophony of insects screamed out their night songs and, spooky in the growing darkness, the demented sound of the loons echoed around the pond. Now, on Bailey Island, I can hear the changing of the tide by the way the waves suck around the rocks, and the new metal ramp on the dock creaks and groans like a giant trying to throw off its chains. Around sunrise, the lobster boats start chugging out of the cove. Overhead, the osprey give their childlike cries and the crows announce the world belongs to them.

When I forget to be attentive, my characters will remind me. While I’m working on a new Thea Kozak mystery, I’m attuned to Thea’s voice. Her world view. What she notices. When I’m living in Joe’s head instead of Thea’s, I’m aware of how observant he is, particularly about the natural world. He may be what a Portland detective once referred to as “a bricks and mortar” cop, but his mother taught him to look and listen, just as mine did, and I need to be attuned to how he sees the world. Burgess will notice the family of skunks beside the road, the bright tail of a disappearing fox, the way the salt marsh changes through the seasons.

Baba Ram Das tells us to “be here now.” In Beyond Your Doorstep, the nature writer Hal Borland talks about encountering the natural world, starting “…in a country dooryard and working out from there, down the road, into the meadow, up into the woods, down along the riverbank and beside the swamp.”

In August, in particular, I am reminded to be here now, and smell, and hear, and see the wonders of the world around me.

Back from the Farmer’s Market

What you see if you look down

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Wind, You Say?

Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson here, today recounting a recent experience with life in rural Maine. What local weather forecasters call “wind gusts” that may “cause damage and loss of power” were predicted for Thursday, July 16., a little over two weeks ago. Boy, did they! I can’t say if what we had was a micro-burst or just wind gusts, but there sure was a lot of debris left behind.

It was just after 1PM and I was absorbed in writing an email on my PC, hearing aids out so I could concentrate, when high winds blew through a good portion of the state. For a time, hundreds of thousands of CMP and Versant customers were without electricity (and in many cases also without water, cable, and landlines—yes, a lot of us still use those), including the entire town of Wilton, where I live. Here at chez Emerson, a branch fell on the power line that runs from the pole across U. S. Rt. 2 to our house.

More about that later. Just after I sent my email, my husband (Sandy) came into my office to inform me that we’d just lost two trees. I hadn’t even been aware that it was windy. We went dark a couple of minutes later.

One of our lost trees was a maple that had dark leaves instead of green and was quite pretty. It was already at least ten feet tall when we moved in here in 1976. Unfortunately, I have no good photos of how it looked in full leaf before it went down. but you can see a branch in this one.

Judging by the backed-up traffic, there was a tree down farther along Rt. 2 toward East Dixfield village (one of the villages that make up the town of Wilton). Sandy went to investigate and yes, there was a tree lying across the road. There was also a wide load stopped just on the other side—a gigantic blade on its way to a nearby wind farm.

Our property is mostly wooded. Near the house we lost ten poplars. Our across the street neighbor lost trees too, and the awning on the front of his house was ripped partway off. Sandy also discovered that the cable for our phone, tv, and WiFi, attached to the Central Maine Power pole, had broken off and was lying on our lawn.

It could have been worse. No trees landed on the house. No branches broke windows. The roof did not blow off. But there was still that branch on the power line. A couple of  hours later, traffic was moving freely again but the power was still out when the inevitable happened. A truck blew past at the speed limit (55), hooked the low-hanging power line, and not only ripped it free but also pulled our meter right off the house.

Like most Maine people, we are well-prepared for outages, although they usually occur in the winter. We had plenty of water available, both for drinking and for flushing. Plus, in a pinch, we can take the cover off the well and dip a bucket. We have a camp stove and a grill for cooking and propane canisters for both. An aside: If you use coffee pods, they work just fine in a camping coffee pot or a French press. Just peel the lid off and use the contents the same way you would ground coffee beans—much tastier than instant.

We also keep two fully charged boat batteries handy. When one is attached to a handy little device with places to plug in a lamp and a charger cord it provides the basics of light and communication. Our cell phones will also connect to the nearest tower when our WiFi is down, allowing us to stay in touch with the outside world. That’s how we learned that winds estimated to be traveling at about 40 mph took less than twenty minutes to knock out power to half the state.

We were able to contact CMP and Spectrum to report outages and call Hidden Hills Tree Service  to schedule an estimate on tree removal. We ate the most perishable food for supper, including, of course, all the ice cream. I switched from reading on my iPad to reading an actual print book and we went to bed early.

The next morning, Friday, did not start well. Sandy headed down cellar to fetch the camp stove to make coffee, tripped on the stairs in the dark, and took a tumble that left him with painful bruises on his shoulder and one hand. That was scary for us both, but we were grateful it wasn’t worse. Our garage doors run on electricity. Although they have pull-cord releases, it still takes muscle to manually lift one. I wouldn’t have been strong enough to do it and would not have been able to get to my car if it had been necessary to drive him to the hospital.

Coffee in hand, a check of the CMP webpage revealed that on our section of Rt. 2 power had been restored to all but one customer. We could have done without that claim to fame. The good news, however, was that downtown Wilton had power, so once Sandy had pushed up the garage door, we headed in the the Post Office and the local Food City, where we purchased bags of ice for the freezer and a cooler. At that point we had no idea how long the power would be out. In theory, it could be several more days.

That afternoon the tree guy came by to give us an estimate. If something had fallen on the house, insurance would have helped pay for tree removal, but no house damage meant no coverage. It’s a good thing we don’t spend money on foolish things like vacations. They promised to come the following week to clear everything away.

Our luck improved at 4:30 when a crew sent by CMP showed up. In just about two hours, they cut away a couple of branches that were hanging by a thread, replaced everything that was ripped out, and restored our electricity. After they left, Sandy reached a real person at Spectrum and was promised that a repairman would show up between one and two on Saturday. Meanwhile, we could once again cook, turn on lights, and flush, and I could connect my iPad to the hot spot on the cellphone to check email and post updates on Facebook while Sandy watched the Red Sox game on his iPad.

On Saturday the 18th, at just about 2PM, a Spectrum truck arrived. The repairman replaced the cable wire but he couldn’t attach it to the pole without a bucket truck. He sat in our driveway waiting for it until 3:30, when he was ordered to another job. He assured us that the bucket truck would show up sometime in the next 24 hours. This was, needless to say, disappointing, but not totally unexpected. To our surprise and delight, the truck appeared at 5:15 and by 5:45 all systems were go.

That just left the fallen trees to deal with. The next week, on Thursday, our tree guy called with fervent apologies, but removing trees that actually landed on houses and camps had to take priority over our situation. After he rescheduled for the following week, since the weather was good, with low humidity and temperatures in the 70s, Sandy decided to do some of the simpler clean up himself. We own two chain saws. Need I say more? Fortunately, he accepted that he’s 79 and paced himself accordingly, although I had to remind him to stay hydrated. He cleared away a lot of branches and pushed one tree to the side with his tractor so it would be easier to the tree guys to get at the other trees that were down. Let me just say we won’t have to worry about our supply of firewood for some time to come.

The photo above shows the poplars we had hauled away. We kept the branches to use for fuel in our wood stove next winter. There is actually enough for several heating seasons.

At 7:30 on Tuesday, July 28, tree removal began. The crew came back to finish up the next day, but an hour and a half in, their tractor broke down and they had to take it to Farmington (16 miles from here) to be repaired. The only thing left was the big tree next to the road, so we’d already seen a great improvement. It was Friday the 31st when they returned and by noon the job was complete. Except for the gaps where trees used to be you would never know what a mess things were just fifteen days earlier.

I know this has been a long post, but I want to add just one more paragraph to say that we know how lucky we were that the damage was light and the cleanup and restoration of services went so smoothly. What we experienced was nothing compared to what folks endure from hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, and other natural disasters. We are fully aware of how fortunate we are to live in a part of the country where, despite climate change, even “wind gusts” are still rare.

Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett has had sixty-four books traditionally published and has self published others. She won the Agatha Award and was an Anthony and Macavity finalist for best mystery nonfiction of 2008 for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was an Agatha Award finalist in 2015 in the best mystery short story category. In 2023 she won the Lea Wait Award for “excellence and achievement” from the Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance. She was the Malice Domestic Guest of Honor in 2014. She is currently working on creating new editions of her backlist titles. Her website is www.KathyLynnEmerson.com.

 

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Weekend Update: August 1-2, 2026

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Monday), Kate Flora (Tuesday), Jule Selbo (Thursday), and Joe Souza (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

Maureen Milliken will give a presentation, “Mortal Missteps: Lost on the Appalachian Trail in Maine,” at 6 p.m. Wednesday, Aug. 5, at Belgrade Public Library, 124 Depot St., Belgrade. The slideshow program covers some famous and not-so-famous accounts of people lost on the AT in Maine. It’s free and open to the public. Maureen’s expertise on the topic is a combination of her research for her third book, BAD NEWS TRAVELS FAST, as well as the podcast, Crime & Stuff, that she co-hosts with her sister Rebecca.

Kate at a Brunswick 2nd Friday Art Walk, shared table with Maureen.

Don’t forget to look for Maureen Milliken and Kate Flora at the Brunswick 2nd Friday Art Walk, which is inexplicably on the first Friday this month, Aug. 7, in downtown Brunswick.

Kate and Maureen also will be at the Maine Book and Print Fest in Waterville, Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 15 and 16, 10 a.m.-3 p.m. It’s at Head of Falls.

And to finish off the month, they’ll be at the Designing Women Artisan’s Fair, Saturday, Aug. 29, 9:30 a.m.-4 p.m. That’s at Longfellow’s Greenhouses in Manchester, Maine, 81 Puddledock Road. It’s always a very nice show, with lots of cool stuff.

Matt Cost and Allison Keeton will engage in a lively discussion about their writing process and their books at the Bristol Area Library, Rte 130, Bristol, ME, on Wednesday, August 5 at 5 p.m.  Books will be available for purchase after the talk.

Allison Keeton is attending the Olde Bristol Days craft fair at Pemaquid Beach from 10 a.m. – 4 p.m. on Saturday, August 8.

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

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Author Interview: Ryan Lowell

Ryan Lowell’s* fiction has appeared in Portland Monthly MagazineWorker’s Write Journal and other publications. His story “Things Fall Apart” was a Glimmer Train short story award contest finalist. FREIGHT  is his first novel. He lives in South Portland, Maine, with his wife and two sons.

Full disclosure: I found out Ryan wrote a book on the sidelines of a soccer game. I was talking to my older son’s friend’s mom (who also happens to own a delightful vintage shop in Portland) about murder (because it’s what I do). I mentioned that I write. She mentioned that her brother-in-law is a writer. And here we are.

Ryan is my son’s friend’s mom’s brother-in-law. Because Maine, am I right?

I had the opportunity to read is upcoming book and it is so, so good.

I’m thrilled to share a little more about Ryan’s book on behalf of the Maine Crime Writers.


GS: When you first told me what FREIGHT was about, I remember thinking, “Oh man. I’ve never really heard of a story like this before.” I knew that I needed to read it to see how you would pull it off. And I was not disappointed. It’s like SA Cosby’s Blacktop Wasteland meets James Crumley’s road trips only on 95 heading to Canada. Where did this story come from? Did it come in characters or setting or a scene first? 

I’ve spent over a decade in the trucking industry, and I have met many fascinating characters along the way. Truck drivers are great storytellers, most of them love to talk about the places they’ve been and crazy shit they’ve seen, and they are funny and crude and wise and I have much respect for them generally. So for me, the story starts with the characters.

But there are loopholes in the industry, and missing freight is a common subject. Stolen cargo or smuggled drugs hiding in legit freight — most in trucking have a story they’ve witnessed or heard. And at one point I stumbled across a news story about a truck and trailer being taken from a truck stop while the driver was inside having lunch and I thought, that’s it! It was easy to imagine Curtis as the overnight dispatcher (I’ve been in those shoes) who binds all of these other characters together as the heist unfolds.

GS: On the topic of characters, I really like reading characters that feel like real people. I think you do such a good job of this. You tell the story with an ensemble cast of characters, all of whom are at least a little terrible and a little funny and a little sympathetic. I know I said this after I finished the book, but these characters remind me of people I grew up with, that I went to high school with. You develop these characters in such an authentic way. For example, Sarah, who is probably my favorite character. She’s most described by other people. And then we get one scene from her POV and she completely subverts reader expectations. I don’t want to give too much away, but I’d love to know how you managed to nail characterization. Can you share a little about how you did this? Any tricks or practices really help you get to know these characters so well?

I think it’s really interesting to write (and read about) characters when they are going through some shit, and while I’m sure we are all carrying some baggage at any given moment, it makes it more fun to really turn the volume up. Then imagine how they would react in whatever the situation. Ironically, Sarah is probably the only character NOT dealing with some personal trauma during the brief time period of this story. But generally I try to empathize with the characters and get them talking.

GS: I guess this leads me to a question about what influences your writing? Other writers? Music? Films? Experiences you’ve had? Are there certain themes or influences that seem to recur in what you write?

The biggest influences on my writing are other writers: Graham Greene, Faulkner, Hemingway, Stephen King, Raymond Chandler, Dostoevsky, and Cormac McCarthy, and I go back to all them often. Gary Paulson, Beverly Cleary, R.L. Stein, and Farley Mowat were very important to me growing up.

 Otherwise, there are a few movies that come to mind: Pulp Fiction and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. The poker scene in the latter flick is lovely. I watch a ton of stand-up comedy (my favorite form of storytelling) and I read certain philosophers often and I find useful psychological tidbits in the Hidden Brain podcast. We also have two young sons, and I am inspired by their relentlessness and their imaginations daily.

GS: Without giving too much away, you have this ensemble cast of characters, some of whom have set out to steal millions of dollars in Canadian pharmaceuticals. In addition to this outstanding ensemble cast, you do some really interesting things with how you lay out the structure of this book. You drop readers into these tight, snapshot scenes that are pieced together like a puzzle. I’d love to know how you decided to put these scenes together? Did you start with one character and then move to another? Did you write the scenes in chronological order? 

As far as unfolding the story, I try to imagine it as a movie that I would love to see. So that’s probably the reason for the shorter scenes that tend to jump around a bit. There were a few scenes that were added in the latter editing process, but for the most part it was written chronologically.

GS: You already know I love Sarah. You develop her entirely through the eyes of the other characters and when we finally get a scene from her POV, she totally subverts reader expectations. Which of the characters from Freight were you most drawn to? Why?

I think it made the most sense to develop Sarah through the eyes of others because it makes you realize that yes, she’s a badass, but you will probably underestimate her, as most everyone has in her life.

I’m drawn to all of the characters equally — each is a collage of people I’ve met in and out of the trucking industry, some more likable than others. I think most characters are enjoyable to write given the right situation.

GS: There are three other things you do really well. One is a slow burn of suspense and dread. The other is the plot twist. They third is really effectively placed humor. I was expecting theft and murder. I don’t think I’m giving anything away by saying both of these things happen but not at all how I expected. Did you set out to  include these elements or did they just come to the story organically?

I don’t really think much about the pace or plot twist when I’m writing. I just think about unfolding the story in a way that makes the reader want to start the next chapter. As for the humor, people say funny shit. And I think I’m a good listener.

GS: Whenever I talk to other writers, I love asking about their process. What practices do you swear by? What is your writing routine? Do you write short or long? Do you add more or edit out more? 

I write every morning, aiming for at least 500 words, but that goes up when the story is really cranking. I have a note above my desk that says MOVE THE STORY, I think that idea came from King’s On Writing. I usually listen to classical music or Miles Davis while working but when I’m writing an intense or emotional scene I might have a relevant song on repeat the whole time.

I oscillate between writing longhand and typing. I love writing longhand, because it slows you down and allows you to take the story in expected directions. I think longhand also helps writing dialogue, it gets the characters talking to each other more naturally. But the downside is you create more banter that might veer off the tracks, and then you have to cut it back later. But I think it’s worth the time.

GS: Can you tell us a little about what you are working on now? 

Little known fact: Winslow Homer’s mother, Henrietta, was a descendant of Jonathan Buck, the founder of my hometown, Bucksport, which is also home to the story of the foot appearing on Jonathan Buck’s grave every year, because, as the legend goes, he sentenced a young woman to death for witchcraft. Lesser known fiction: In response to that story, Winslow painted a dark depiction of a young girl on a swing in a field with flames under her feet. Afterward, he was ashamed of the painting, and wanted to get rid of it, but his brother secretly gifted the painting to a friend.

A hundred and fifty years later, the priceless painting goes missing from an island residence. A couple is making their escape in the night on a rural road when they hit a young girl. A former small town drug dealer comes upon the scene to find an injured woman in the car ditched by her man, the young girl face down in the ditch, and a cardboard tube containing the Homer painting. They band together and attempt to flee, but the walls are closing in fast as we find out why the young girl was in the road in the first place. Tentatively titled Girl on Fire.

GS: I cannot wait to learn more about this project. Thanks again, Ryan!

Ryan’s launch for HEIST will be at Longfellow Books (One Monument Way, Portland, ME) on Tuesday 8/11 at 6:00 pm. Hope to see you there! (More HERE.)


FREIGHT: As a lone semi-truck makes its snowy way to the US-Canadian border, a series of vivid characters are inexorably drawn into a desperate, comedic, and murderous scheme to steal its precious cargo.

Curtis, a newly hired dispatcher with a newly pregnant wife at home, holds a scrap of paper that identifies a semi-truck trailer that shouldn’t exist.

Billy Trask is a weathered and charismatic sociopath, who thinks nothing of quietly killing whomever may come in his way, and carefully guards the coordinates for a truck loaded with $10 million dollars-worth of Canadian pharmaceuticals.

Jimmy, Theo, and Sarah are the not-so-innocent locals poised to stand in Billy’s way, none more so than Sarah, a local party girl with the heart and will of a colossus, and who will leave her own trail of mayhem and carnage in her 75-mile-per-hour wake.

In the rough-and-tumble tradition of Dennis Lehane, S.A. Cosby, and classic American noir, Freight is a thrill-ride view of the world of labor, life and love–a searing portrait of men at work and also at their worst.

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Stop Making the Police the Villain: Writing Better Amateur Sleuth Mysteries

I’m back this month still talking about amateur sleuths. This time I want to hone in on one of the biggest challenges in writing an amateur sleuth mystery:

Why isn’t the police department solving the crime?

It may be tempting to solve that problem by making the detective oblivious, lazy, or corrupt. That is taking the easy way out, and unfortunately, readers will notice. Additionally, many mystery fans, including myself, have friends or family in law enforcement. I respect and admire them and do not want to portray them as incompetent.


The strongest amateur sleuths don’t succeed because the police are incapable. They succeed because they have something the police don’t. He or she simply has access to different truths.


—They may know the victim personally.
—They belong to the community and understand decades-old rivalries, family feuds, and secrets outsiders would never recognize.
—Someone may trust them enough to reveal information they would never tell a detective.
—They may bring a professional background to the mystery, like Elizabeth Best in The Thursday Murder Club. Her past as an intelligence operative helps Detective Chris Hudson and PC Donna DeFreitas. It is mutual respect.
— They may have the time to keep asking questions after the official investigation has moved on, like Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple.
—And they have the freedom to notice patterns that don’t fit neatly into a case file, an advantage that the police cannot legally or practically have.


In my own Maine mysteries, setting becomes part of that equation. Small towns have long memories. People remember who dated whom thirty years ago, which family stopped speaking after a land dispute, or why someone suddenly left town after one unforgettable summer. Those relationships create opportunities for an amateur sleuth to uncover pieces of the puzzle that aren’t sitting in an evidence locker.


My protagonist, Raven Ouelette, owns Pine Acres Cabins, knows the people in her community, and is married to the county sheriff. Those relationships naturally give her access to conversations, history, and local dynamics without requiring the sheriff to be incompetent or share too much. As I often say to readers, he does tell her not to get involved, but if she listened to him, I’d have a pamphlet instead of a novel.


I think the best mysteries treat law enforcement with respect while still allowing the amateur sleuth to make meaningful discoveries, as in The Marlow Murder Club, with Judith Potts and DS Tanika Malik. The tension isn’t “good amateur versus bad detective.” Instead, it’s two people approaching the same mystery from different directions, and often with humor.


Readers appreciate that balance because it feels authentic.


Crime fiction asks us to suspend disbelief in all sorts of ways. But when the sheriff misses clues that would be obvious to anyone, or detectives ignore evidence simply so the protagonist can shine, the illusion cracks. Instead of putting down law enforcement, give your sleuth an advantage that’s earned: history, relationships, curiosity, unique access, and a reason to keep asking questions after everyone else has gone home.


That’s when an amateur sleuth becomes believable—and when a mystery becomes impossible to put down (we hope).

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Allison Keeton writes the Midcoast Maine Mystery series. Lobster Red, Book Three, will launch in February 2027. She can be reached at http://www.akeetonbooks.com.

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