Friday, March 6, 2026
Groundtruthing by Paul Grant
Thursday, March 5, 2026
A New Road to Travel by Jay Lang
Wednesday, March 4, 2026
Everyone Is a Character by Julie Christen
Everyone Is A Character
By Julie Christen
My life is full of people. Every single day, so many people. They come and they go. Some hang on a little while, or a long while, then they ripple away in time. Some stay, always. Some mark the beginning of an era, others mark the end. Some are a blip, others leave a permanent impression. Some are good. Some are not good.
I watch them all. Quietly, from the sidelines. Everyone is a character.
A subtle look, a quirky habit, a predictable reaction, I tuck it inside my mind, saving it for later. From hairstyles to hand gestures. Material. A cadence in gate, a clever comment, an obvious tell. Material. Memorable expressions, weird hobbies, hokie one-liners. Material. Scars, tatts, piercings. Material. Ticks, oddities, obsessions. Material.
Everyone is a character.
Sage advice, words you live by, modeling by example. Material. Bad choices, risky choices, indulgent choices. Material. Weak moments, moral dilemmas, fatal flaws. Material. Youngest child, middle child, oldest child, pedestal child, forgotten child. Material. Troubled background, mysterious origins, silver spoons. Material. Kind, evil, weird. Ornery, timid, benign. Sturdy, frail, oxen. Material.
The list goes on.
Endless material. Maybe from you. And for that, I thank you.
Everyone is a character.
I live in central Minnesota and have all my life. I have taught 8th grade English plus 6th and 8th grade health in the same room in the same district for 30 years. Some say I have “staying power”. I am fiercely dedicated to the things in life that make my heart happy – books books books, my family, my animals, and my writing. My husband and I ride a Harley and our horses when we’re not working on some part of our hobby farm. I have way too many hobbies, but they bring me joy and, I think, help keep me young.
Sunday, March 1, 2026
A missing woman, a chatty dead girl, and a detective who’s running out of time by donalee Moulton
Cardinal has landed.
This is my newest book, and the most recent in BWL’s Paranormal Canadiana Collection. Set in Nova Scotia, Cardinal follows private detective Em Montgomery as she hunts for a missing woman. She expected dead ends. She did not expect a dead girl who refuses to stay buried. The detective finds herself knee-deep in fog, small-town secrets, and the uneasy sense she’s being watched by more than wildlife.
I thought I’d share the opening pages with you.
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PROLOGUE
Thorburn Exchange, Pictou County, Nova Scotia
Tuesday, April 23, 1889
Catherine McIntosh kicks off her blankets.
Again. She’s hot, and in the whirl of a restless sleep, her body seeks cool
air. Any relief from the overwhelming heat. The eight-year-old doesn’t
understand why it is so hot. Why she is so hot.
Her mother gently pulls the blankets back
over her daughter’s feverish body. Catherine is sick, has been sick for days
and days now. This started so simply, so normally. A sore throat, a mild fever.
Catherine is long past that. Now her entire body aches and a red rash has
spread across her little arms, legs, torso. Her fever fills the room with an
anguished heat.
No one is saying the words every parent
dreads to hear, but in her heart, this mother knows those words to be true. Scarlet
fever.
Catherine’s mother refuses to hear the whispers
consuming her daughter’s bedroom. Defiantly, she makes plans for Catherine’s
ninth birthday a month from now. There will be cake. There will be games and
songs and a present. Something special. Perhaps they can afford a doll.
Catherine loves dolls.
At some unknown hour, Catherine’s mother
falls into a fitful sleep. When she wakes, she faces the cruelest of realities.
Her daughter will never turn nine.
Catherine has stopped tossing and turning.
Her fever has vanished. The red sandpaper that covered her body has
disappeared. Soft white skin remains. A smile spreads across Catherine’s face.
Then she sees her mother crying. Catherine goes to comfort her. To hug her.
There is no hug. There is no comfort.
Catherine does not understand what is happening. She is, after all, only eight
years and eleven months old. Catherine sits beside her mother. Sees the rumpled
quilt on her bed. Sees someone lying in her bed. Catherine wonders who it might
be. Tries to hug her mother. Again.
She hears someone calling her name. It must
be her father, but it doesn't sound like her father. It doesn’t matter.
Catherine is not leaving her mother.
Ever.
Greenvale Road, Pictou County, Nova Scotia
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Yellow birch trees bend a welcome in the
wind. Balsam firs wave a needled hello. There is a lilt in Nell Gillis’s step,
a half-smile on her face, a lightness in her being. Nell feels at home. She is not
sure why. This is not her home.
The granite headstone looks its age, and
ageless. Moss has nestled in the carved letters and ridges that give the
memorial its foundation. Nell stretches out her hand to caress the stone, a
prayer ready on her lips. Her hand stops inches from the stone. There is a
brightness to the mossy granite as if somehow sunshine emanates from within.
Nell withdraws her hand. She reaches
instead to the ground and gently places a ragdoll at the base of the headstone.
It settles alongside dozens of other offerings: a stuffed elephant and a cuddly
teddy bear, bouquets of artificial flowers, dolls of all hairstyles and attire.
Someone has cut a small spray of mayflowers. The sweet, spicy scent tickles
Nell’s nostrils. Nell made her gift back in Halifax more than one hundred and seventy
kilometers away. She wanted to replicate what a doll might have looked like when
plastic and assembly lines didn’t exist. When Catherine McIntosh was a little
girl.
This is Nell’s fourth visit. It will be her
last. Nell raises her head from the gifts spread on the earth before her. She realizes
she has not been paying attention. She has been inside her head. She has
forgotten that where there is sunshine, there are shadows.
The last thing Nell Gillis remembers is a
loud, unearthly growl.
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