by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 10, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
I’ve come to end of my writer’s retreat. It has been a fabulous retreat. A treat of a retreat. When I arrived on October 1, Monday, the trees were in leaf and vines and grass sprung thickly from the paths, grabbing at my ankles as I pushed my way through. During the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Oct 27, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 15, 2012 A storm is brewing (and so is a story). The sky has grown a milky grey and the wind is quickly denuding the trees, sending leaves swirling over the tin roof, scratching its surface as they crash to the ground below. It feels like November... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 29, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
Hemlock Haven was my mother’s place. She discovered a quiet grove of hemlocks on the southern point of the Tennessee property. The hemlock branches were low and stately and ferns grew in the bed of needles beneath them. My father built my mother a little bench under... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 15, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 11, 2012, Thursday As my writer retreat wears on, I’ve developed a routine. I rise early and take a quick walk around the mountain ridge with my dog Wilson. And then return to the cabin to let the morning mists dissipate. (In the mists, all stumps look like... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 4, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
On social media some writers set store by whether someone is a “plotter” or a “pantser.” Do you try to outline your story first, charting the direction of the plot and planning the different characters? Or, do you just “fly by the seat of your pants,” letting the...
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