I posted something unusual over at The Barn Door this morning. Well, unusual for me. I am not a poet, but I have used poetry to express myself sometimes. In the spirit of spring and Easter, I shared two poems that I wrote many years ago. Here’s the shortest one below. Please visit the site if you want to read the other.
I should probably also mention that this month will be the last time I will be posting at The Barn Door. It’s a great site, and I hope you will check it out and follow them, but I’ve decided I’m just not an essay writer, at least not when there’s a deadline. I’d rather post something when an idea strikes me, rather than have to search for an idea to meet my deadline. Besides, at an author fair I went to today, I talked with a librarian who is eager to read my novel-in-progress, A Bull by the Horns. I need to use my writing time to finally get the book done!
Tears of blood
down his cheeks
raining from clouds
staining the sunset
on my cheeks
via The Barn Door: Incidental Poetry.
It was time for my monthly post at The Barn Door a few days ago. I went out and took several pictures of the farm I used to live on and then posted about how the location was the inspiration for my Coffman Cozy Mystery series..
On the 28th of every month, I will be posting something at The Barn Door about life in the Midwest, but the site has many contributors all talking about their lives in the Midwest also. Here’s a snippet of what I had to say, but I hope you will click the link at the end to read some of the other great posts.
As a writer, I can bring back the past if I want to. Or I can change the present to one that isn’t possible in reality. When the family decided it was time to sell the farm, I was lucky enough to be able to afford the small house, but not the other buildings or acres of farm land. I had a dream, you see, of filling the big house with artists and writers and composers. Adding a spirit of creativity to the existing aura of love and joy and peacefulness.
via The Barn Door: Living Many Lives.
via Baby Drinks Bottle of Water! | Chickens in the Road.
This picture from Chickens in the Road reminds me of a scene I wrote recently in my cozy mystery A Bull by the Horns. Only Larry isn’t a baby and he’s reaching for spilled grain instead of a bottle.
Madeleine tried next, hesitant at first, but delighted when Moe’s soft lips began to nuzzle her offering. Kikki shoveled out a huge handful of grain, thrusting it toward Larry who was trying to push Curley away from Stephan’s palm.
“Wait, Kikki.” I tried to stop her, but it was too late. The greedy buck grabbed for the food but nipped fingers instead. Kikki shrieked and pulled away, spilling grain both in and outside of the fence. All three goats dove for it, Larry characteristically head butting the other two to get there first.
Kikki started crying hysterically, holding her hand out in front of her.
“There, there.” Stephan tried to comfort her by putting an arm around her shoulders. “See? No harm done. He’s barely made a mark.”
Larry’s blunt teeth had left depressions in her skin but had not broken through. Kikki, however, continued to wail as if her appendage hung by a bloody thread. The offending goat stuck his head through the fence wire, practically strangling himself as he lipped dirt and fallen seed from the other side.
Now that Chasing Nightmares is done and available to purchase in ebook or paperback, I need to get writing on my next project: the first book in my new cozy mystery series, Coffman Country Cozies. Here’s a tidbit of what I have planned.
A Bull By The Horns
Artists and Writers and Murderers, Oh My! You thought living in the country was boring? Then you haven’t read a Coffman Cozy mystery yet.
Somewhere in farm country USA · www.debdonahue.wix.com/coffmancozies
Murder mysteries solved by mystery writers are boring. Mystery writers who are murder suspects—much more interesting. Especially if a poet, composer, artist and irascible old farmer have just as much motive and are equally annoying.
A Bull by the Horns is the first novel in the Coffman’s Country Art Colony series. Protagonist Carina Coffman has worked hard to fulfill her grandmother’s dream of turning the family farm into an artist’s retreat. She thought the only obstacles she had left to deal with were a disgruntled neighbor unhappy with her new venture, and training Larry the goat to stop head-butting his companions Curley and Moe. When one of her guests ends up impaled by the longhorn of Ferdinand the taxidermied bull, however, she has her work cut out for her.