- by Rebecca York
I live in a small city between Washington and Baltimore where I’ve got plenty of room to indulge my love of nature. In fact, I’ve been happily tending my flower gardens and feeding the friendly wildlife for years. But recently, I saw a small gray animal dart out from under the front porch. It was [...]
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- by Rebecca York
I’m sitting at my desk contemplating murder. But how am I going to do it? Poison’s supposed to be a woman’s weapon, but I don’t actually use it much. I find it’s a lot more fun to blow people up with a pipe bomb. Or send them in a speeding car off a cliff. Or [...]
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- by Rebecca York
I should be editing a novel. It’s due soon, and I need to go through the whole thing, trimming wordy sentences, adding character development, and making sure I tied up all the loose ends in the plot. Instead, I keep slipping outside to wander through the garden. So far I’ve only got daffodils, vinca and [...]
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- by Rebecca York
As I was staring at my laptop screen, contemplating the next action scene in my WIP, I was startled by a burst of laughter. When I looked up inquiringly, my husband handed me the front page of THE BALTIMORE SUN. The headline said, “Laurel Man an Iraqi Spy.” An Iraqi spy in the town of [...]
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