If you’ve read anything about writing a blog, the number one piece of advice is be consistent. Set a schedule and, above all, stick to it. Don’t let your readers down by dropping out.
What did I do for the last couple of months? I dropped out.
I owe everyone a big, slurpy apology for disappearing. My beloved mother landed in the hospital once again and it has taken me awhile to fit writing back into my existence. The whole overused trope of ‘life gets in the way’ may be true, but it shouldn’t be an excuse trotted out when the writing gets tough. Like Nike says, just do it.
During my self-imposed exile, my library choices defaulted to the classic sleuths: Hercule Poirot, Lord Peter Wimsey, and Nero Wolfe. Mingling in polite society, riding trains, and navigating a day with no internet distractions whisked me away from my worries. Not counting the murders, life was simpler then and simple was what I needed. Diving into stories from the 1920’s, 30’s, and 40’s felt like curling up with a cup of tea and woolly blanket.
Which got me thinking about this blog….
Beginning this week, I’ll be adding Friday Classics, posts spotlighting the Golden Age of Mystery. I’ll be looking at the big authors of the Golden Age (Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Rex Stout) as well as writers who are lesser known today but had a following at the time. I’ll review books and look at the winners and losers of screen, television, and radio adaptations of some of their best-known works.
Contemporary cozies are still my passion, but it’s always nice to occasionally take a step out of time.
Until then, I’m sending out a sincere mea culpa for my disappearing act and a big, heartfelt thank you to those who continue following me.
It’s good to be back.