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Tag Archives: Maine Crime Writers
Cucumbers and Trout. (Bit of Salamanders, too.)
Sandra Neily here. Before we get to cucumbers and trout …. For the past few years, I’ve weighed in on garden issues. Here’s a blog from the past: “Weird Gardening. Ticks. Slugs, Beetles.” Here’s this year’s veggie drama. What’s eating … Continue reading
CASTLES ALONG THE RHINE
Or is it Castles in the Air? After that homebound year of 2020, I’m wishing for a trip to somewhere scenic and abroad. But even though my husband and I are both vaccinated, traveling is still a problematic proposition. So … Continue reading
Posted in Susan's posts
Tagged Maine Crime Writers, mysteries, mystery writers, Rhine River, Susan Vaughan, travel
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Kamikaze Gardening. Antler Camp. Black Flies.
(Join me at the Thompson Free Library this Thursday 5/27!) At my Moosehead Lake home (camp) I’ve been Kamikaze Gardening. Kamikaze Gardening is my term for intensely swooping down to remorselessly attack every garden job before black flies drive me … Continue reading
Smart Fish. Tiny Home.
Sandra Neily here: First the important stuff. As if there weren’t enough barriers writing a novel in a small camper trailer, this morning I mistakenly took the dog’s Benadryl tablets instead of my meds. The fog descended. I have yet to … Continue reading
Mud Month. Big Night! (Not What You Think…)
Sandra Neily here: It’s mud month in much of the northeast. I’m washing off my snowshoes and waxing my X-skies to rest them for a while. What to DO when it finally does melt off the high-up slopes? Distancing is … Continue reading
Posted in Sandra's Posts, Uncategorized
Tagged author Sandra Neily, Big Night, Maine Crime Writers, maine mysteries, mud, mystery writers, Sandra Neily
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My Five Reasons…
As a writer of romantic suspense, along with being a member of Maine Crime Writers and Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance, I’m also a member of the Maine Romance Writers. MRW’s newsletter occasionally has a feature called “My Five,” in … Continue reading
Posted in Susan's posts
Tagged Maine, Maine Crime Writers, maine mysteries, mystery writers, mystery writing, romantic suspense, Susan Vaughan
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Grouches, Crabs, & Pooches
Today is Presidents Day. I noted in checking through my past posts that my assigned date last year fell also on Presidents Day. In 2020, I wrote about presidential trivia. So rather than repeat, I’ll mention it briefly and move … Continue reading
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Tagged holidays, Maine, Maine Crime Writers, presidents day, Susan Vaughan
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COOPED-UP BLUES?
Feeling blue? The you-know-what that starts with p got you down? You aren’t alone. Liquor sales are up. Many people report insomnia, lack of interest in activities they previously did daily or weekly, and downright depression. I know at least … Continue reading
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Tagged dark winter, holidays, Maine, Maine Crime Writers, mystery writers, Pandemic, Susan Vaughan
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Messiah. Nutcracker. Blizzards. Butter. And Gratitude.
Up to my waist in broken ice, snowshoes scrambling for good footing in the melting marsh, I struggled for breath as freezing water saturated clothing and skin. I wasn’t too busy to miss Pock sinking into a happy crouch. My dog was a Lab. Water—any water— was heaven-sent.
I learned to respect March outings by keeping close to shore where it’s only ankle deep. Or taking a nap.
“Nooooooo,” I yelled. “No, don’t jump! Not fun in here. Not FUN! Continue reading













