Kate Flora: I had a lot of plans for how much I’d accomplish this week. Finish tweaking that police procedural/serial killer book to enter in a contest. Review my other dark police procedural and decide whether to submit it. Get out the editor’s comments on the Dog book and start revising. Create a new graphic to promote my romantic suspense, Wedding Bell Ruse.
Then there were the administrative tasks. Finish organizing the “Writing Cops Right” panel for Sisters in Crime. Put together the agenda for the February meeting. Get tax materials together for the accountant. Make a million phone calls to locate a prescription drug that’s out of stock nearly everywhere. Call an exterminator to get these darned mice out of my house.
The list goes on and on.
There’s the research I need to do so I can I finally rewrite a new Thea Kozak mystery, as my fan letters keep asking me to do. Riding to tai chi, my friend Margaret gives me an idea. Now it must be worked into a plot.
Then there were all the things that needed to be packed and toted to the post office to mail. The clothes I never wear to go to the consignment shop. Try on that new bathing suit and see if it will work for a Florida vacation. Seriously, can anyone try on a bathing suit in February and not be horrified?
Go to my tai chi class. Work out with my trainer. Walk my thrice a week four miles.

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Well. I was on a roll. I got the manuscript off to the contest. I went to tai chi. I wrote several chapters in the book I turn to whenever I stuck in my “real” work. And then the phone call came saying: Oh yes, that bump on your leg that you thought didn’t look quite right. The one your dermatologist didn’t think was a problem? Well guess what. It’s a skin cancer. Not the worst one. Not the best one. The middle one that still has to be taken seriously.
So my work day became holding on the phone, trying to make an appointment for the surgery to have it removed. I got lucky and found the person who wasn’t dismissive and wanted to schedule it for April sometime. And miracle of miracles…got an appointment to be sliced and diced this morning.
For a while, at least, I don’t have to worry about running errands. My leg is wrapped in an enormous bandaged and I’m supposed to stay off my feet. No trainer. No long walks. So, since writers are also supposed to be avid readers, I’ve got a few days off to lie about and read. Northeaster by Cathie Pelletier. The new biography of Joshua Chamberlain. Foster by Claire Keegan. All the reading I’d planned to do between Christmas and New Year’s which got derailed.
So, when I’ve finished them, dear readers, what books should I read next?



Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson: Continuing a “retirement” project I started last year, I’m turning the last of my romance novels published in the years 1989-1997 into an omnibus e-book (and possibly a print-on-demand trade paperback as well, if it doesn’t end up being too expensive). These books needed some revising, not to set them in the present day, but rather to get rid of the worst of the wordiness, some rather purple prose, and a few cringeworthy lines of dialogue from my “heroes.” This collection, titled The Maine Quartet, should be ready for me to publish through Draft2Digital sometime in February. Along with the four novels set in Maine, it will also contain a bonus short story, “The Boston Post Cane.” When that’s done, I have more reprint projects in mind. I want to do a thorough revision of an early historical romance, Firebrand, and bring it out as a “new” novel with a new title (probably Treacherous Gifts). I did this last year with another title, turning Winter Tapestry, a romance, into Death of an Intelligence Gatherer, a mystery. I’m also toying with the idea of producing new print-on-demand editions of my entire Face Down series, set in the 16th century. I already did the hard part on those when I collected them into three volumes for new e-book editions.



I wasn’t ready to give up on the series, and readers certainly aren’t. I frequently get asked when the fourth book is coming out, and I can say with confidence that DYING FOR NEWS will be out this summer.
and I plan to do more of the following: ski, see more of the grandgirls, fly fish, and go camping (in the Casita) with Bob. I think, with me, the outdoors seems to win out over the typing. Sigh.

Welcome to 2024—it’s surreal. Remember all the year 2000 hype and fears. We wondered what would happen to our computers as the millennium clock struck midnight. Would they self-destruct? Turn into expensive paperweights? What about things that really mattered? You know, nuclear warheads and their launch codes. Looking back now, it seems anticlimactic. I had a DOS run computer (black background, orange tree) that reset itself to 1/1/1900, but other than remembering to manually date my documents, nothing else happened. Just in case, I’d backed up all my documents on 5.25” floppies, with an additional backup on 3.5” floppies. I come from a legal background. Belt, suspenders.
mainland by several bridges. Despite the ocean all around us, being island bound hasn’t been an issue because the bridges hadn’t flooded since we’ve lived here. That changed during the storm last week when we lost power.
The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men Against the Sea: Readers may recall this creative nonfiction bestseller about the so-called perfect storm – a rare combination of storm systems. The fishing vessel Andrea Gail, from Gloucester Massachusetts, was lost and all six crew members presumed dead. In 2000, the book was adapted into a movie starring George Clooney.
Storm Watchers is a terrific journey about the evolution of weather forecasting. From the age when meteorology was considered akin to sorcery to modern-day wizardry of supercomputers, John Cox introduces pioneering scientists whose work made it possible to foretell the future. He tells little-known stories of weathermen such as Ptolemy’s weather predictions based on astrology, John Finley’s breakthrough research identifying tornadoes, and Tor Bergeron’s new weather forecasting techniques which contributed to its final worldwide acceptance.
Filled with extraordinary tales of bravery and sacrifice, Storm Watchers will make you think twice the next time you turn on the local news to catch the weather report.





blame the gummies—there are all kinds of ways a writer goes about creating characters.


Yes, it’s typed but as the pages accumulate, there’s lots of scrawled notes too: snatches of conversations I might hear or how someone’s dressed. (On the coldest day recently, I stood in line at the post office with a woman in a down parka and flip flops. Bare feet).





















