Archive for September, 2012

If you live anywhere near Kingston, Massachusetts, please try to visit Kevin Symmons and me at the Kingston Public Library; the time for the event is seven o’clock. Kevin and I will speak a bit on the writing of a suspense, and we’ll be happy to answer questions you may have as a reader or writer.


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This is the perfect time of year to visit Westminster, Massachusetts to view the foliage, and specifically, The Olde Mill Restaurant on route 140. From the south shore where I live, it is about one hour and forty minutes, and eighty-five miles to the restaurant – worth every minute and mile.

Once an old mill, the restaurant, laden with wide pine flooring and thick overhead beams, is built across a small pond and falls. The place is enchanting. The home to a flock of geese and ducks in varying shades of white, brown and gray, the area is situated among a wonderful backdrop of oaks and pines.

While the food is excellent at the mill all times, on Sunday they have a brunch from about nine until two. The brunch will make a thin person fat and a chubby person ashamed – the food is incredible. They have a buffet with prime rib, chicken, fish, all sorts of potatoes and vegetables, plus everything imaginable for breakfast. You could sit there for hours and eat until you can’t move. To add to the array of calories, they have a table filled with desserts. The meal is around eighteen dollars per person. And don’t forget what I wrote first, that the place is beautiful inside and out. Two favorite food items there are their corn fritters served with maple syrup, and carmel-pecan buns. I didn’t write that it’s necessarily health food, it’s definitely soul and “hip” food, because yes, you wear those fritters and caramel buns :>)

Travel route 2 west, take route 140 for about one mile, and there you are.

They also have a delightful gift shop in the fieldstone constructed basement – you’ll love it all.

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If you love the sea and clusters of gray cliffs with an endless spray of salty mist, perhaps you are already acquainted with my favorite place on earth, Pemaquid Point, Maine. Located at the end of a peninsula, one hour north of Boothbay Harbor, Pemaquid Point is a place to reflect on and appreciate life. I wrote about this magical place in my third novel, Sleepless Tides.
The Pemaquid Point lighthouse was constructed by the order of John Quincy Adams, but was unfortuantely built with the use of salt water. The structure began to crumble and seven years later, was reconstructed using the proper materials.
Within moments, visitors to the light may choose to walk over to a gallery on the property where artists display their work, often visuals of the sea and its surroundings.
If you’re so inclined, there are cottages to be rented and a hotel just a five minute walk down the road. Peace and quiet, except for the surf and gulls, are yours.
I was sitting at the top of the rocks a few yars ago when I was approached by a man who pointed to a beautiful blonde about one-hundred yards away. He asked if I thought that image would make a good music album cover. I told him I thought it would be perfect. He then told me that he was Dusty Springfield’s manager and that lovely blonde was Dusty. Oddly, we’d seen her perform when we lived in England for three years. Small world.
Pemaquid Point is located in Bristol. A drive up from Boston on route one for about four hours will place you in a lush area and fulfill the promise of teasing your senses to the fullest extent.
( In August of 2013, Mainly Murder Press will publish and release my suspense novel, I Call Your Name. I hope you’ll look for it on Kindle, Nook and in bookstores :>)

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There is no place in the world more breathtaking than Brenton Point State Park in Newport, Rhode Island. If you’ve been there, you need to read no further – you know. If you have not been to this magical place, it is a must-see, feel, experience through all five senses.

This is not a state park with forests and bears – this is a magnificant length of beach and rock formations, with the rolling, endless sea as a a backdrop whether your eyes focus straight ahead or to the side. The place is like no other for a view impossible to forget.

The vast area was named after Governor William Brenton, who once owned the land as a large farm in the seventeenth century. Years following, the land became the property of the Budlong family who eventually donated the property to the state for the purpose of serving as a state park. A small building on the grounds is now used as a park rangers’ office – it was once servants’ quarters to a dismantled manor home.

If you love the sea, you will be astounded with Brenton Point. If you love kites, many colorful designs take to the summer skies on fair weekends. It is a perfect place for children to run on grassy areas, for lovers of beauty ( and one another ), to spend a day with a picnic and maybe some comfortable walking shoes. There are pathways and stairs to the shore and irristable collections of pretty stones and shells.

I have favorite places, one in particular is on Maine’s coast and I’ll write about that soon, but for extreme beauty and a sense of calm, Brenton Point, along Ocean Drive, is a promise from me to you – no chance of disappointments here.

I’ve just signed a contract with a publisher for my latest suspense novel which is set in Martha’s Vineyard. Writing about Brenton Point has made me realize that the next book will encompass Brenton Point with joy and enthusiasm. I’ll need to go there again soon for more research :>)

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One of the most serene and beautiful places in New England is the Shaker Village in Canterbury, New Hampshire.
Twenty miles north of Concord, and about one hour and a half north of Boston, the village, with its humble atmosphere, beckons. It is a pristine place, with white structures dotted on placid land. Every time we visit there, I want to sit down on a rock, or the grass, and just breathe in the peacefulness offered by this immaculate place.
We’ve always enjoyed touring the exterior of the buildings, and one or two of the interiors. The simplicity of their belongings is humbling; it makes me think of ways in which to use every-day objects as tools and as stoic decorations. A visit there is a touch of reality and purity.
Often, we purchase a delicious homemade sandwich and cold drink there and find a place to picnic as we allow our eyes to roam the many acres. I realize now that when I was envisioning a closed society, a quaint yet contemporary community for my novel, By A Thread, the inspiration must certainly have sprung in part from this wonderful Shaker village in rural New Hampshire.
Their food and crafts are worth every penny, and the journey there is more than worth the time and effort.

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