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Here are the upcoming WWK interviews for the month of July!

July 4th Christopher Huang, A Gentleman's Murder

July 11th V. M. Burns, The Plot Is Murder

July 18th Edith Maxwell (Maddie Day), Death Over Easy

July 25th Shari Randall, Against The Claw

Our July Saturday Guest Blogger Schedule: 7/7--Mary Feliz, 7/14--Annie Hogsett, 7/21--Margaret S. Hamilton, 7/28--Kait Carson.

Our special bloggers for the fifth Monday and Tuesday of July--Kaye George and Paula Gail Benson.

Please welcome two new members to WWK--Annette Dashofy, who will blog on alternative Sundays with Jim Jackson, and Nancy Eady, who will blog on every fourth Monday. Thanks for blogging with us Annette and Nancy!

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Annette Dashofy's Uneasy Prey was released in March. It is the sixth Zoe Chambers Mystery. The seventh, Cry Wolf, will be released on September 18th. Look for E. B. Davis's interview with Annette on September 19th.

Carla Damron's quirky short story, "Subplot", was published in the Spring edition of The Offbeat Literary Journal. You can find it here: http://offbeat.msu.edu/volume-18-spring-2018/

Tina Whittle's sixth Tai Randolph mystery, Necessary Ends, debuts on April 3, 2018. Look for it here. Tina was nominated for a Derringer Award for her novelette, "Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming." We're all crossing our fingers for her.

James M. Jackson's Empty Promises, the next in the Seamus McCree mystery series (5th), was published on April 3, 2018. Purchase links are here. He's working on Seamus McCree #6 (False Bottom)

Dark Sister, a poetry collection, is Linda Rodriguez's tenth published book. It's available for sale here:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

Shari Randall's second Lobster Shack Mystery, Against the Claw, will be available in July 31, 2018.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

There’s No Place Like Home

Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz closes her eyes, clicks the heels of her red shoes, says, “There’s no place like home,” and magic transports her back to Kansas. Dorothy’s trip to Oz was unplanned; Jan and I took our recent road trip because we wanted to. However, after 8,411.7 miles and forty-seven days, we agree there is no place like home.

The trip was great. We saw places new to us; we visited family and friends; we had lots of outdoor time; we identified at least 115 species of birds. I’d do something similar again—just not for a while.

Once the topography changed and the woods resembled my woods, I felt my soul begin to recharge. Exiting the car to unlock the driveway chain, I stopped and took in a long snootful of our vernal freshness. It will take some time to recover from forty-seven days on the road, but I’m not in a hurry.

No one was up at the lake when we arrived. At roughly N 46.4 degrees of latitude, spring had barely begun. The first thing I had to do was turn on the power (we’re off grid with solar panels and huge batteries) so I could run the well pump. Given the high temperature for the day was only forty-one, starting a fire in the fireplace was next on the list.

The only sounds besides us unpacking the car were wind caressing the evergreen branches and occasional bird songs. At one point the quiet was so intense all I heard was the whoosh of blood flowing through my arteries.

An eagle flew by to check us out. At night the frogs sounded from the vernal pond.

The next day the hummingbirds found their feeders. Chickadees, nuthatches, purple finches and goldfinches discovered proffered sunflower seeds. A mink strolled across an open area near the house. Sharp-shinned hawks called to each other (although unlike last year they don’t have a nest right in front of our house.)

In the coming days we’ll experience our seventh or eighth (and last) spring this year. (We lost count as we crisscrossed the country). Just a few miles south of us, trees are swathed in myriad shades of new-growth green. Here, the buds have just exploded; the leaves will shortly follow and the woods will soon close ranks, closing down long sight into their interiors.

Coming home reminds me how blessed I am. Is there a place that recharges your soul?

~ Jim


Sarah Henning said...

Oh, yes! I feel that way about Lawrence, Kansas. We moved all across the country right after college, only to boomerang back to our college town after five years away. We've been back here seven years and I'm so glad we are. Whenever we leave, I'm always so relieved when we get about 12 miles away and can see KU's Fraser Hall on the top of "Mount Oread."

Glad you're home, Jim!

Warren Bull said...

Wonderful photos, Jim. Right now home for me is Kansas City, MO but my wife and I will move to Portland, OR some time this year.

Gloria Alden said...

Jim, my little farm is that place, and indeed the whole county I've lived in my whole life. But the place I feel most at peace is when I'm walking in my woods or working in my gardens.

KM Rockwood said...

We have our little (7 acres) place in the foothills, and I know that feeling of recharging. I always felt the long commute into the city was worth it when I pulled into my driveway in the evening, and the only man-made structure I could see was my own house.

We have lots of birds. I think the woodpeckers are my favorites, especially the pair of pileated woodpeckers who we can hear, and sometimes see.

Now that I'm retired, I love it even more. But I do need to get the mower going soon, or we wont be able to make it out!

E. B. Davis said...

As much as I'd like to say home is a place. For me, it's where my family members are. Our son and his wife are in Atlanta for another two years, until he finishes school. Our daughter is here in Northern VA with us, and our extended family is either in PA or FL. Home is spread out now. But, in our hearts, we're in Hatteras.

Glad you're happy to be home, Jim!

James Montgomery Jackson said...

Sarah -- it's interesting to me how each of us gravitates to different places.

Warren -- didn't know about your move. At least you'll be in town with a great independent bookstore (Powells) when you get to Portland.

~ Jim

James Montgomery Jackson said...


Having walked through your woods I can understand exactly what you mean.

The gardens would only bring me peace if the weeds self-selected out!

~ Jim

James Montgomery Jackson said...

KM -- those pileated woodpeckers sure can make a racket and it's a hardhat zone underneath them.

A goat would take care of the lawn for you?

~ Jim

James Montgomery Jackson said...

EB -- fair enough, family can recharge your soul as well. However, I suspect that in the context of my blog, Hatteras would be the place.

~ Jim

Grace Topping said...

Your place sounds very much like a restful vacation spot. So going home to it is probably heavenly.

Shari Randall said...

Since I live in a county of one million people, all with honking cars, my quiet place is my comfy reading armchair! Though I am working on my patio - I think when the roses are blooming, that might be my new recharge place.

Polly Iyer said...

I was gone for two weeks, though I was visiting, but I was thrilled to get home. I used to think I'd like to make a long car trip, but I've changed my mind. Glad you enjoyed the trip, and sounds like you are getting home at just the right time to enjoy spring.

James Montgomery Jackson said...

Grace -- we vacation in more lively areas; this is home!

Shari -- there is a positive thrum of energy in large cities, which I occasionally miss. The occasions become less frequent over time. :)

Polly -- the leaves have popped in the last two days when temps have reached the mid 70s in full sun. You can almost hear the leaves complain about joint pain from the too-fast growth.

~ Jim

Kara Cerise said...

I left my heart in California. I miss driving on the PCH that runs along and sometimes hugs the coastline. It's a treat to watch the sun set over the ocean. The giant sequoia trees in parts of California are amazing too. And there's nothing like the smell of creosote after it rains in the High Desert.

But when I go "home" I suddenly remember the smog and endless traffic jams.

James Montgomery Jackson said...

Kara -- they took paradise and put up a parking lot.

We have a western view and so get sunsets over the lake; which is nothing to compare with those over the ocean, but we thrill to them anyway.

~ Jim