All you fiction writers out there — yeah, I’m talking to you — yeah, you know what I’m sayin’. Felony by Marian Allen If I blunder into the dark alley of my past, my experience, I meet myself there, a masked thug, lying in wait…

For some unknown reason, I signed up to write a sweet romance for August for the Summer Reading Trail. At the same time, my internet pal Perry Block complained that the mermayds in “Blood of Mermayds” weren’t Daryl Hannah. So, Perry, here’s a bit of…

That’s “told”, not a mispronunciation of “cold”, although we could certainly use about ten degrees off the swelter. Okay, if it’s so hot, why am I wearing a swelter? Now that we have that out of the way, do you mind if I begin my…