TJ Wilde Trilogy · Duxbridge Mysteries · Jennifer McCaffrey Mysteries
Author of the TJ Wilde Trilogy, Duxbridge and the Jennifer Cozy Mysteries
Once it was established who TJ was running from and where she was running to, there were many other questions to be answered. The problem was, I didn’t want to write a novel. I had just left my job and opened my own business. There was soon to be a Great Dane puppy arriving, and house hunting…and life. A novel was a commitment.
But TJ would not remain silent. And then Colby showed up. If I were to get any peace, the road ahead for them had to be written.
TWO
I’ve been running a series on regenerative landscaping on another blog and asked folks to send me their garden stories. This one was one of my favorites:
Two weeks ago, there was a knock on my door. As I could not see anyone in the window, I knew who it was. My six year old neighbor, still too short to be seen in the door window. He was holding a bucket with three large Shasta Daisy plants. From his garden to mine. Three years ago, he brought me three small salvias from his garden, which are now a sprawling section of salvia in my yard. I named that section after him.
Another friend brought me a little plant and said, “hummingbirds love this, but you’re going to hate me if you plant it.” She was right on both counts. Transylvania Salvia, a non-native plant, it spreads like the weed it is. Luckily, all it takes is decapitating the seedlings and they go away. Otherwise, I might just hate her for that invasive nightmare. But the hummingbirds sure do love it.
Reggie has claimed the sawhorse as his own playhouse. He hangs out under there, uses it like a balance beam, and occasionally sleeps under there. Silly boy.
I just kind of conjured them up out of my subconscious and put them in order of ascending peculiarity.
Edward Gorey
Since the TJ Wilde trilogy is completed and there are some folks new to it, I thought I might go back and explain how TJ came to be.
Believe it or not, one morning I woke up and the opening scene to Run Aground was fully formed. TJ somehow sprang to life and refused to be quiet about it.
There she was, running for her life in the morning hours, just before dawn. And where was she running to? Why, a funeral home, of course. It all made sense somehow. She explained it all:
These look like the perfect Blueberry Lemon Muffins and the video is a riot.
Full recipe from Webspoon World
