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 | Oct 13, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
From the moment I awoke the sun was working its way out, tinting the sky outside my window a wispy lavender. Wilson saw that I was awake and came over to give me a lick on the lips. I tolerated it. Since he is normally so undemonstrative, I don’t mind an... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 18, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 9, 2012, Tuesday The ninth day of my writer’s retreat. The cabin is growing more comfortable. I am almost used to the noises that the woods make. Each leaf that falls creates a sound—some louder than others. As I type this I hear a strange, irregular drumming... 
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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