Monday, June 29, 2026

Two Hundred and Fifty Years


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Please excuse these ancient links--having tech problems, as it changes faster than I can. These are old-timey control/click links, but will take you to the book through a blue redirect notice. The only links to all my books are now on B&N and Kobo, which actually show every one. Amazon is currently FUBAR.


Here is the opener of A Master Passion, the story of Alexander and Elizabeth Hamilton. This is another 'wife of a famous man' story, related in a way to my Mozart's Wife, but certainly the personalities and the civil landscape in which these actors were enclosed is far different, a continent apart. Hamilton had a rough childhood and he had to fight for respect doggedly in order to overcome the stigma of a "bastard" birth.  

Hamilton has been in my imaginary life since my eleventh year and so telling this story was important to me. Of course, no one back in the fifties was going to discuss any of this. The Founders were revered and white-washed in ways many contemporary historians and readers can acknowledge. Two hundred and fifty + years ago, status was fairly well locked in at birth. You were born a gentleman, with all the privileges and open doors that entailed--or, you were not. Hamilton had to fight for his place among the upper class men with whom he spent his life politicking and working. He was, in a way, the clerk to the revolutionary generation, a self-educated lawyer and businessman. Jefferson got the monument, but it was Hamilton who did the unglamorous work--laid the bedrock--for the trade and technology that made us a world power.  250 years of America, standing on shaky ground.  I recently learned that the Athenian republic, to which our Constitution is so profoundly indebted, lasted only this long. I hope it's not an omen.  

Sharing a sick feeling, Alex and Jamie Hamilton stood on barefoot tiptoe and peeked through flimsy wooden louvers, all that separated the rooms of their small West Indian house. Both boys were red-heads, but there the resemblance ended. Eleven year old James was well-grown and strong. Alexander, seven in January, was delicate, fast-moving and nervous, like a freckled bird.

“An idiot would have known not to trust him.” The beautiful dark eyes of their mother flashed. Rachel faced her husband, a slight man of aristocratic feature, who wore a white linen suit. Like him, it had seen better days. His wife’s tone was challenging, her arms akimbo. Her stays, containing a generous bosom, rose and fell.

 “I—I—took him for a gentleman.” Father sputtered, attempting to fall back upon a long ago mislaid dignity. “He gave me his word.”

“His word!? Which means bloody nothing! How many times did I tell you what was going to happen? How many times?”

“Shut your mouth, woman!”

A sharp crack sounded. Rachel, hair spilling from beneath her cap, staggered backwards, cheek red. From the kitchen came the fearful keening of Esther, their mother’s oldest slave.

“There’s naught canna be dune noo!” James Hamilton, his long face flushed, roared the words. Scots surfaced whenever he was angry.

“Yes, nothing to be done. As usual.” A livid mark glowed upon Rachel’s face, but she, with absolute disregard for consequences, righted herself and finished what she had to say.

“This time Lytton’s going to let you go. And if you can’t even manage to hold a job with my kinfolk, where will you get another? What are we supposed to live on? Air?”

In spite of the fact that it was winter on the island, the best weather of the entire year, Alexander shuddered. Distilled fear slid along his spine.

How many times in his short life had he watched this scene replayed? Listened to Mama shout Papa’s failures, watched as his father, humiliated and enraged, used his fists to silence her? A business deal gone bad! More money lost…

Will we have to move again?

Every change of residence, from Alexander’s birthplace on cloudy Nevis, to St. Kitts, and from there to St. Croix, had carried them to smaller houses and meaner streets. The carriage, the two bay horses and the slaves who tended them, were only a memory.

Mama was shrieking now, about loans and due dates, things which she declared “any fool” could understand. Frozen, knowing what would surely come, Alexander watched as his father, crossing the room in two quick strides, caught his mother by the shoulders.

With the strength of rage, he threw her like a rag doll. She struck the wall so violently the flimsy house shook. The tiny emerald lizards stalking the mosquitoes drawn by candlelight vanished into shadow.

Silenced at last, Rachel crumpled against the floor, sobbing. Her once gay calico dress, muted by many, many launderings, lapped her. The under-shift, always scrubbed to a sea-foam white, drifted from beneath.

James Hamilton, breathing hard, blind with rage, tore open the door and strode past his cowering, terrified sons. For the last time, Alexander saw his father’s face, a sweating mask of fear. 

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Hamilton as a young man. This locket would have been painted sometime soon after his arrival in America, when he'd just begun to recreate himself as a gentleman, catching up on the Latin and Greek that his haphazard, mostly self-taught West Indian education had not sufficiently provided and which was necessary for him to be admitted to a King's College (now Columbia). Living in St. Croix, he'd been working for a living--since his eleventh year--in a merchant's office, which was the place from which the priceless knowledge came that made him the perfect first Secretary of the Treasury and treasured right hand man of George Washington.
 

A handsome reenactor at Saratoga battlefield, who obligingly stopped his equally handsome horse for a picture.

The Schuyler house in Albany, set up for whist and port. Here, in front of that same fireplace, as was Dutch custom, Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler, were married during a winter lull in the Revolutionary War. 




Juliet Waldron



Sunday, June 28, 2026

I'm Not A Morning Person...Twilight Becomes Me By Connie Vines #writing in the dark, #opossums #Bat-woman

 

Twilight Becomes Me By Connie Vines 🦇🌕

AKA Writing in the Dark

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Summarized from Wikipedia:

A night owl/ evening person/ or owl, is a person who tends/prefers to be active late at night and into the early morning, and to sleep and wake up later than is considered normal; night owls often work late into the night (in some cases, until around dawn), and sleep until relatively late in the day. People with delayed sleep phase syndrome are often described as night owls.


The opposite of a night owl is an early bird — a lark rather than an owl — who tends to fall asleep early and wake early. Researchers traditionally use the terms morningness and eveningness[1] for the two chronotypes, or, in animal behavior, diurnality and nocturnality. In several countries, especially in Scandinavia, someone who stays up late is called a B-person, whereas an early riser is called an A-person.2


Why is it that those of us who write ONLY at night are questioned?  Or simply stared at?

Why do we feel the need to explain or apologize for our behavior?

Do those who begin his/her writing at 4:00 AM experience a need to explain themselves?


Mind you, the questions no longer bother me....it's the 8:00 AM phone calls and people who schedule me for appointments before 10:30 AM.

I do not eat breakfast; I eat brunch.

I am not accustomed to seeing a sunrise or early-morning sunlight.

Daylight Saving Time takes months to adapt to, and when I do, we turn back the clocks.


Famous Authors who are "Night Writers" include:

Charles Dickens,

Robert Frost,

Sylvia Plath,

T.S. Eliot,

Danielle Steele.


Benefits of Night Writing: 

Reduced distractions. The quiet of the night allows for focused creativity.

Unique Inspiration.  Many writers feel that the stillness of the night fosters a different form of inspiration, often leading to more profound ideas.

Cultural Perspective. Night writing is often associated with the romantic notion of the tortured artist, in which solitude and darkness contribute to the creative process.

And to quote F. Scott Fizgeral:

"Here is how midnight oil became literary gold, and how you can write your own chapter and still wake up clear-headed at sunrise."


Are you a night time writer? 

Or is the evening your reading time?

Perhaps you like to switch it up, an early riser on weekdays, a late night on weekends.

Do you have a favorite romantic hero? (everyone does) T.V. show? Movie? 

I must admit, Ducky (NCIS), whether a young Brit or a seasoned NCIS Medical Examiner, is delightfully charming. (catch him in the classic Man From U.N.C.L.E. series, 1960s television).

Please share in the comments

I'm not ALL work and no play :) , after all.

While there's a break in the heat wave. I'm indulging in garden time (you know I love my roses). And baking. Snickerdoodle cookies in the oven (my secret: almond extract in place of vanilla). Yum!


 I'm revising a chapter of my WIP (work in progress).

Update:

Rodeo Book 1, Lynx, is now available on audio!

https://www.audible.com/pd/Lynx-Audiobook/B0FK6K51H





Happy Reading and Listening!

Connie





 










Saturday, June 27, 2026

Ancient remedies that still work today - by Vijaya Schartz

 

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In this modern society of ours, dominated by the wealthy pharmaceutical industry, we tend to forget ancient medicine and healing practices, even though they worked for thousands of years… There is no profit in home remedies, so commercial advertising only focuses on marketable chemical solutions, and tends to ridicule the old ways. Worse, we now have to take secondary medicines to counteract the side effects of primary medicines.

Then, once in a while, someone realizes that acupuncture, Yoga, Chi Gong, Tai-Chi, chicken noodle soup, carrots, and other ancient medicine and disciplines can still keep modern people healthy and happy. Unlike most pharmaceuticals, these practices and remedies do not just treat the symptoms but promote general health.

In September 1991, a 5000-year-old frozen mummy later named Otzi was discovered in the frozen Alps between Austria and Italy. He was very well preserved and had 61 tattoos, corresponding to the traditional acupuncture points.

Now, scientists are curious about acupuncture. We can observe that it works. We just don’t understand how or why it works. As it happens, recent university studies discovered connections between the acupuncture points and the organs they are supposedly linked to, through what they call the interstitium, a fluid matrix permeating and linking various parts of the body, undiscovered by science until now.


8 pieces of Brocade Chi-Gong exercises

But the most important part of staying healthy is exercise. Yoga, Tai-Chi, Chi-Gong types in particular, can keep your joints flexible, your legs strong, your posture ideal. And when you have the right posture, all your organs work better. You breathe better, you digest better, your heart is not compressed… your lymphatic system (part of your immune system) is stimulated by movement.

As for food as medicine, here are a few ancient remedies that still work today:

Honey: Ancient Egyptians and Sumerians used it to dress wounds because its natural low pH and high sugar content kill bacteria. As an ointment or ingested, it’s a natural antibiotic.

Turmeric: A staple in Ayurvedic and Traditional Chinese Medicine for millennia, its active compound, curcumin, is clinically shown to have powerful anti-inflammatory effects.

Aloe Vera: Historically used by the Egyptians, Greeks, and Chinese to heal burns and skin ailments, it remains a frontline natural treatment for sunburns.

Ginger: Used in ancient Ayurvedic and Chinese medicine for nausea, modern clinical trials support its efficacy in treating pregnancy-related and motion-induced nausea. It’s also good for your heart.

Chicken soup: Turns out, Grandma was right. Chicken soup can be good for a cold. Studies show it can ease symptoms and help you get rid of it sooner. It also curbs swelling and clears out nasal fluids.

My latest chicken soup creation


Carrots: They are not just good for babies. Their active compounds act as natural medicine by providing high levels of beta-carotene, dietary fiber, and antioxidants. In traditional and integrative health, they are used to support eye health, reduce inflammation, balance blood sugar, and combat oxidative damage

Green tea: This comforting drink does more than keep you awake and alert. It’s a great source of some powerful antioxidants that can protect your cells from damage and help you fight disease. It may even lower your odds of heart disease and certain kinds of cancers, like skin, breast, lung, and colon.

Garlic: Some studies show that people who eat more garlic are less likely to get certain types of cancer (garlic supplements don’t seem to have the same effect). It also lowers blood cholesterol and blood pressure levels.

Hot bath: It’s good for all kinds of things that affect your muscles, bones, and tendons (the tissues that connect your muscles to your bones), like arthritis, back pain, and joint pain. And warm water can help get blood flow to areas that need it, so gently stretch and work those areas while you’re in there. But don’t make it too hot, especially if you have a skin condition. The ideal temperature is between 92 and 100 F.

In my latest series, THE PROTECTORS, set on a feudal planet, I use ancient remedies when my characters need a healer's attention. My Celtic legends series, Curse of the Lost Isle, also uses ancient remedies. 

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Happy Reading.


Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Kick-butt Sci-fi Heroines, cats, romantic elements
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Wednesday, June 24, 2026

My Fourth Klondike Gold Rush Novel by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey

 




BWL Publishing Inc has published three different genre collections. The first is The Canadian Historical Brides. They wanted a book set in each province and territory and we Canadian authors, who wanted to participate, were invited to pick one of the provinces or territories to write a book about. I chose the Yukon and wrote my first Klondike book, titled 'Romancing the Klondike'. Then I wrote a sequel to it titled 'Rushing the Klondike'.
BWL decided to publish a second set, The Canadian Historical Mysteries, I again chose the Yukon and wrote 'Sleuthing the Klondike'. Now, BWL is presenting The Paranormal Canadiana Collection. I don't read paranormal novels or nor do I know much about paranormal phenomena but I like a challenge. I read a lot of books, watched paranormal shows, and researched on the Internet to learn about hauntings and ghosts and Haunting the Klondike is the result. It is set in the 1930s and is the fourth and final of my Klondike novels.
The main characters of Romancing the Klondike were cousins, Pearl Owens and Sam Owens, so it seemed fitting that they should be the main characters in this last one.
Here is the first chapter for your enjoyment.

Monday, June 22, 2026

Death in Darkness - Doug Fletcher mystery #19 - by Dean Hovey

 As always, research is a big part of my preparation for writing a book. My wife and I toured Jewel Cave National Monument and were inspired by the beauty, and intrigued by the possibilities offered by the remote Black Hills location. I had conversations with Kristina Doyle, a member of the "Paha Sapa Grotto" South Dakota spelunker's group, and Natalie Lund, who worked at Mammoth Cave National Park. By piecing together bits of what I saw and heard, I came up with a story that originates as a forest fire arson investigation (thanks Brian Garvey, MN Forestry Department arson investigator).

My investigative team of Doug and Jill Fletcher are assisted by Susie Rickowski, Jill's cousin, and caretaker of Jill's parents. Susie is an unemployed arson investigator who is brought in to determine the cause of a forest fire. She quickly determines the fire's origin is inside the US Park Service property. A burnt brush pile includes human remains.

While checking out the origins of the fire, the Fletchers are summoned to Jewel Cave where a member of an underground survey team reports that a team member has been injured and his remaining crew are carrying (and pulling, and pushing) her out of the maze of narrow passages inside the cave. Because the team was several days of travel into the cave, a rescue team is called in to assist them with the transport of the injured caver, who dies during her transport.

They determine the woman's death wasn't an accident, leaving Doug and Jill with the small, closeknit team of spelunkers as the only suspects. There's no open animosity among the team members, and none have an obvious motive.

Doug and Jill struggle to investigate a murder where the murder scene is inaccessible and the only suspects don't seem like suspects until an FBI intern uncovers one suspicious tidbit in the victim's past.

Check out "Death in Darkness" on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and at your favorite bookseller next month.

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