Emilie’s Books
They Don’t Call ‘Em “Dead”lines For Nothing
I spent yesterday searching for hidden objects. What time I didn’t spend with nose to ground–a skill I learned from the local beagle–I spent watching half the appliances in my house fall apart. Ah, some people look for signs of changing seasons, colored leaves gently drifting to the ground, that first tracing of frost on…
Read MoreThe Challenging Life of a Minister’s Wife, Part Two–An Interview With Emilie Richards
I’ll confess that when I recently interviewed Aggie Sloan-Wilcox for this blog, she was only too happy to comply. However there was a caveat. Aggie claimed that to be fair, I ought to submit to an interview with her, as well. Aggie’s nothing if not determined. And those of you acquainted with her know that…
Read MoreThe Book That Will Not End–When One Novel Becomes A Series
Two weeks ago I asked my Facebook “fans” to suggest topics they’d like me to blog about here. Then I sweetened the pot by doing a giveaway in conjunction. Three commenters were chosen at random and received autographed copies of my novels. See what you miss if you’re not hanging out with us on the page? …
Read MoreThe Challenging Life of a Minister’s Wife–An Interview With Aggie Sloan-Wilcox
Please welcome today’s guest, Aggie Sloan-Wilcox, who has chosen this interview over the Women’s Society monthly meeting at her church. The Women’s Society’s guest speaker will be Browning Kefauver, Emerald Springs’ mayor, who may be running for re-election next year against the Women’s Society’s own Sally Berrigan. Aggie preferred not to witness the slaughter. Of…
Read MoreA Truth For A Truth–Why You Don’t Want to Live in A Small Ohio Town
Aggie Sloan-Wilcox is at it again. For those of you’ve yet to meet Aggie? Aggie is the sleuth in my Ministry is Murder series, a minister’s wife who seeks justice with the same enthusiasm with which her scholarly husband seeks enlightenment. Aggie always seems to be around when the going gets rough for somebody in the…
Read More“The End” or “Once Upon A Time?”
Labor Day weekend marks the end of summer and a return to the hard work of finishing a novel. Most endings come with beginnings attached. As I finish the Happiness Key series, I’m already looking toward my writing future, ripe with possibilities to explore. The summer cottage is closed up now, but I have all winter to think about what I’ll do there next summer, and in the meantime, I’ll enjoy the attractions Virginia offers. The end of a season is a reminder of all I’ve loved so well and all I still have ahead. Endings and beginnings. Without them, how could we assess our lives? How could we move on? Finished or not, I won’t type “The End” on the last page of Sunset Bridge. Instead, I’ll be ready for my next “Once Upon A Time.” I hope you will be, as well.
Read MoreIron Lace: A Book of the Heart
I received two interesting emails this morning. One from a writing student who participated in a class I taught last summer, and one from Fresh Fiction, a website for book lovers. Fresh Fiction generously reminded me I have a book coming out tomorrow . . . EEEEEEK. . . . Okay, I KNEW I had…
Read MoreCleaning Out My Office, One Book At A Time
Some dilemmas are so easily resolved, but it takes creativity. Recently when my publisher “gifted” me with multiple cartons of my upcoming re-releases, I raised my hands to the heavens and shrieked. Ask my assistant, she was there. There is simply no place to put more books. I already have a gazillion cartons–including my lovely Quilt…
Read MoreHaiku vs. Epic–Which Kind of Reader Are You?
I’ll confess that unlike some of my colleagues, I believe in reading my reviews. First, I’m incapable of not reading them. That kind of self control is absolutely beyond me. Second and more important, I know I will learn something. I always do, even if I only learn that a particular review site is not…
Read MoreThat Final Piece of the Puzzle–When Ideas Fall Into Place
We had the privilege of hosting a colleague and friend of my husband for dinner this week, along with his delightful wife and daughter. Although our cottage is chock full of toys for younger children– toys our own children played with that are now happily at home here for grandchildren and visitors–we did not have…
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