Life.
What did you do this summer? Did you take a break from writing? Continue to
write while you were on vacation? Change your writing habits at all?
By guest Edith Maxwell.
Catriona writes: If I had to guess what Edith does in the summer, I'd say "write several beautifully researched novels, feed a county with the abundance from the vegetable garden, and host relaxing get-togethers for grateful friends". Ha! I just read the guest post, and I am not far wrong. I don't know how she does it, but I'm very glad she does it. Please welcome, Edith Maxwell to the Minds today.
Edith writes:Thanks
so much for inviting me over, Catriona! I’m delighted to be here.
Summer
is my favorite season. Nothing makes me happier than to pick tomatoes warm from
the garden, take a long walk on the beach, or bake a pie from local blueberries
and peaches. I try to cache pesto in the freezer when the basil is lush and
read outside in the shade at the end of the day. A G&T on the deck is a
plus. I grew up in southern California, so summer is supposed to be hot. Also,
now that I’m in New England? It’s going to snow soon, so I want to store up the
heat.
But
I’m under contract for three books a year. I can’t really take too much time
off. We didn’t go away anywhere this summer after a big southwestern US trip a
year ago this time (and an Ireland excursion planned for next year).
So,
yeah, I was at my desk by seven nearly every morning except Sunday writing
away. I polished my eighth Country Store mystery (Candy Slain Murder)
and sent it in. I read proofs of Murder at the Taffy Shop, my second
Cozy Capers mystery. And I wrote the first draft of the sixth Quaker Midwife
Mystery, which I still need a title for. I think I did copyedits on some other
book in there, too, and I certainly booked and wrote guest posts like this one
for the September release of Judge Thee Not, Quaker Midwife #5. As
Maddie Day, I also have my first novella - “Christmas Cocoa and a Corpse” - out
in the three-novella collection, Christmas Cocoa Murder.
But
the season wasn’t all work. A beautiful long walkable beach is only twenty-five
minutes away from me, and you know what? I can write with pen on paper, too. I
took my “office” to Hampton Beach more than once, and also played hooky there
with my bestie another day.
I
enjoyed cooking and walking with my visiting son for a long weekend, and
entertaining other family and close friends in the garden. This summer a dear
friend entered hospice care, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with Annie as
she weakens, grabbing precious moments of talking, reading poetry to her, and
helping her eat.
What
I have not done this summer is clean up my garden shed, weed out my
closets, or do the other decluttering the rest of the world seems to be keen
on. But hey, isn’t that what tomorrow is for?
Edith Maxwell writes the Quaker Midwife
Mysteries and award-winning short crime fiction. As Maddie Day she writes the
Country Store Mysteries and the Cozy Capers Book Group Mysteries. Maxwell, with
nineteen novels in print and four more completed, has been nominated for an
Agatha Award six times. She lives north of Boston with her beau and an elderly
cat, and gardens and cooks when she isn’t killing people on the page or wasting
time on Facebook.
Please also find her at edithmaxwell.com, on Instagram, on Twitter, and at the Wicked
Authors blog.
No stranger to judgmental attitudes in her small
town, 1880s Quaker midwife Rose Carroll is nonetheless stunned when society
matron Mayme Settle publicly snubs Rose’s good friend Bertie for her
nontraditional ways. When Mrs. Settle is later found murdered—and a supposed
witness insists Bertie was spotted near the scene of the crime—the police blame
her. Rose is certain her friend is innocent, and she enlists the help of a
blind pregnant client—who’s endured her own share of prejudice—to help her sift
through the clues. As the two uncover a slew of suspects tied to financial
intrigues, illicit love, and an age-old grudge over perceived wrongs,
circumstantial evidence looms large in small minds, and Rose fears her friend
will soon become the victim of a grave injustice—or worse.
A lovely post, Edith. New England is such a beautiful place to be, particularly in the fall.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brenda. Indeed it is! I'm on a solo writing retreat on Cape Cod this week and the light is magical.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Edith. I enjoyed your post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dietrich!
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