Author Archives: maggierobinsonwriter

I’ve been writing books set in the 1920s, and reading books written in the 1920s. Do you know that Anita Loos’ book Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was considered the definitive description of the Flapper and the tempestuous Twenties? Something got lost … Continue reading →

I’m not from a writing dynasty, like Stephen King and Joe Hill, John and Susan Cheever, Joel and Ethan Coen, or Alexandre Dumas pere et fils. But my father’s cousin Marion Miller wrote a shopping column for the New Yorker … Continue reading →

One week from today, the fourth and final Lady Adelaide Mystery, Farewell Blues, comes out, and I’ve been thinking about past release days. I don’t think any writer gets jaded about them, no matter how many books they’ve published. There’s … Continue reading →

Yes, it is I, two days in a row. The fourth and final Lady Adelaide Mystery, Farewell Blues, releases September 14. Some comments on the 1920s-set series: From Charles Todd, “If you like a clever mystery, this is just your … Continue reading →

I haven’t been here long enough to take a blogcation, so this is a brand-new, sparkling post. But I have been reflecting on past writing, trying to remember when I first started “for real.” I wish I’d kept some kind … Continue reading →

Not long ago, I was reading a “feel good” British rom-com/chick-lit novel that was filled with charm, sunshine, and sea breezes. And then the dog died. Hit by a car in front of the hero and heroine while they were … Continue reading →

“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero Clay tablets. Papyrus scrolls. The earliest libraries of ancient civilizations were governmental, dedicated to business inventories, state record keeping, and also housed some … Continue reading →

I think most people would agree that writing is a solitary endeavor. I personally need a quiet room, no music, no distractions. The coffee shop and laptop situation is not for me; I’d be too busy people-watching to be productive, … Continue reading →

If I am absolutely honest, this past year in captivity has not bothered me as much as it might have. Even before Covid, my kids were worried that I was turning into a hermit. Oh, I took a bath every … Continue reading →