Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Scary, isn't it.

Nothing like yesterday, though.

While I was at the park yesterday I scored a few good books from the Little Free Libray on a stick. I owe them a bunch, now that I think about it. Morbid has been the flavor of the day, politics aside.

"A Morbid Taste for Bones" is probably out of print so I'm keeping this yellowed little paperback. I was first introduced to the work of Ellis Peters while I was checking out anything and everything that was unabridged audio back when I had two hour daily commute to the Deathstar.

Imagine my surprise when I investigated the authors backlist to find that Ellis Peters was a little old lady who was dead and not writing any new adventures for Brother Cadfael. Then I stumbled on the BBC TV production of one of her books,  "the Virgin in Ice" and I was reminded of how well-written drama can break your heart wide open.

And while I was doing the dishes this morning, I wrote a scene that has been wanting and waiting to trouble and terrify me. Good day and it's only noon.


grace Forrest~Maestas said...

some days come like this...all of their Own Accord
as if you just happened to be standing in the right place to
Receive them full on

Deb said...

I'm amazed at how much pops into my head while I'm wearing rubber gloves.

Ms. said...

My Massachusetts friend gave me all of Brother Cadfael so many decades ago and Oh how I loved them for the verbal references. I gave them all away as a gift one year and now I don't recall who I gave them to. Memory only recalls what is useful for as long as it's useful.

Ms. said...

Thanks for " The Virgin" link

lost treasures

Dug up from the back of a drawer. The whole crew of elders, my bowlegged groom, that Beast, me and my crew. I was keeping a grip on Shag (...

Play it again Sam.