Margaret Raymond

[...] special happens until a couple of the characters possess me.  In No Reservation, my intrepid heroine on page one was merely an object in a room until I heard the man she was interviewing begin [...]

[...] Years and years late, I read Michael Dorris’s Yellow Raft on Blue Water and I’m sorry I waited. Oh, it has faults; a lot of the time I could not [...]

[...] were reports of mysterious luminous phenomena associated with revivalism” during the 19th Century. Who wouldn’t want to put that into a paranormal suspense novel? Obviously as the NOLs [...]

[...] do. From Diddling to Doodles Case in point: Percy Lavon Julian, born in the last year of the 19th century, father of the cornerstone science of the steroid drug industry. During the 76 years of his [...]

[...] , it’s terribly written. BUT… The crime in that story is outstanding. So I’m writing via margaretraymond.com [...]

[...] more I know and the greater number of options at my command, the more fun I have when I’m writing. Now I find that there’s nothing like new information to plump up a plot. This week, with [...]

[...] tempted to kill for it. You can check out Dead on Dutchers Mountain for yourself – my suspense novel available on Amazon. It was an enormous amount of fun to write, and I’m sure you’ [...]

[...] , and voila! The result is pure chemistry, and often explosive. If you want to read my suspense novel No Reservation, you can pick it up at Amazon.com. It’s a tight read with a lot of near- [...]

[...] . And I’d really like to see your thoughts. My More Than Sister One I’m Glinda Parfit, and my earliest memory is being talked down from the old Guerneville bridge. That was [...]

[...] book, the following words intruded themselves between me and my breakfast: “I’m Glinda Parfit, and my earliest memory is being talked down from the old Guerneville bridge.  That was [...]

[...] for the action is an old folks’ home (expressed with more political correctness, a Senior Facility), and that most such homes are populated by a preponderence of impoverished old women who [...]

[...] the first murder victim, a man in a wheelchair. I don’t quite know the manager of the senior facility where the action takes place; I don’t even know whether I like him. There’s a [...]

[...] themselves between me and my breakfast: “I’m Glinda Parfit, and my earliest memory is being talked down from the old Guerneville bridge.  That was three years ago.& [...]

[...] like to see your thoughts. My More Than Sister One I’m Glinda Parfit, and my earliest memory is being talked down from the old Guerneville bridge. That was three years ago. I don& [...]

[...] for my novel No Reservation came from a visual; a woman watches a battle at moonrise on the Navajo reservation; it’s the end of the world.  Forcible Entry, a short story, began with a vision of a [...]

[...] , for me, is like scratching a mysterious itch until it goes away. The spark for my novel No Reservation came from a visual; a woman watches a battle at moonrise on the Navajo reservation; [...]