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The Meet My Character Blog Hop-Nick Moore

Kristina Stanley:

I couldn’t help reblogging Kirsten’s blog. Thanks for the great mention and link to my books at the bottom. One small correction, Descent was nominated for the Crime Writer’s of Canada Unhanged Arthur and Burnt was nominated for the UK’s Crime Writer’s Association Debut Dagger. I would love to have won, but am extremely flattered to have been nominated. I’m looking forward to reading the future “Meet My Characters” blog hop.

Originally posted on A Scenic Route:

The cold wind gives me goose bumps as climb the front steps to Nick Moore’s beach house, gripping my laptop to my chest like a lover. I knock on the door.Image courtesy of 'Lucretious' @ stock.xchng

Will he remember me? Will he be forthcoming? Have I completely lost touch with my protagonist? Have I completely lost touch with the last vestige of my sanity?

The door opens and he grins broadly. “Writer!”

It is the first time I have visited him here in his new home, now several years into his happily ever after. “Nick?” I ask nervously. “Do you have some time?”

He laughs and steps aside to let me in. “Of course I have time. In fact, I’ve been expecting you.”

I look him over curiously. He hasn’t changed all that much since I last wrote him and still has that lean confident bearing that drives the women wild, and he still favors…

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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten and His Pickerel

Farley here,

Can you believe I caught all these fish? Me either. But I did help. And a fishing guide helped to. He was amazing.

He knew all the rules, he knew where to find the fish,  he knew where everyone should drop their hook, and he how deep the lure should go.

So you’re wondering what I did to help. Well, I barked every time someone in the boat cast their rod. I barked when the fish came on board. I barked when the fish jumped out of the net and hit my nose. So basically, I barked.

Farley fishing

Oh, and the guide cleaned the fish too.

Too bad I don’t like the taste, but everyone else seemed to.

Woof Woof.

Writing While Traveling

Can you write while being a passenger in a car?

For me the answer is sometimes.  While driving along the north shore of Lake Superior, the scenery is spectacular and just a little distracting. The road twists and turns, and i lean from side to side as my husband smoothly takes the curves. I thought I’d get a lot of writing done when it wasn’t my turn to drive, but no so.

Then I thought, when we arrive and stay in a quiet bed and breakfast, I can write there. Ha Ha. Northern Ontario has too many places to explore. We arrived at each spot, got settled and headed out the door. Again, no writing for me.

But there was time to take a goofy selfie . . .  Lake Superior is in the background.

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Maybe  when we hit the prairies. Straight roads, endless wheat fields, blue skies. What could be better for getting some writing done?

A girl can dream, can’t she?

Thanks for reading . . .

Farley’s Friday: Canadian Dog

Farley Here,

I’m a land dog again. No more water for a while. I’m driving across Canada from Ontario to British Columbia.

Now that’s a lot of hours in the car, but I get a long walk in the morning before we hit the road.

Several stops during the day. Like here . . .

And then, there are B&Bs that take dogs. This one is great. They even had a dog of their own that I could play with.

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I think I’m going to like life on land. It seems to be one adventure after another.

Woof Woof.

P.S. Northern Ontario is beautiful.

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes for a Spin

Farley here,

Life just keeps getting better.

My human, Kristina, doesn’t usually let me stick my nose out of an open window in a car. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Maybe she’s forgotten the window is open. Maybe she thinks because we are in a small town, it’s safe for me. Who knows what goes on in a human mind? Besides the human, of course. Although somethings I think they don’t know  either.

Farley Driving

Now for you dogs who’ve never put your head out the window, it’s amazing.

We drive by a guy driving his car and eating a hamburger. Yummy smells.

The next lady is having ice cream.

After that, it’s a piece of pizza.

I guess cars substitute for a dining room?

I love the way the wind feels on my face. It makes me squint, which makes me use my eyes less and my nose more.

I think being a dog is the greatest.

Woof Woof.

Literary Agents

Margaret Hart, my wonderful literary agent at HSW Literary agency is retiring. I wish to thank her, her employees, especially Natalie St. Pierre, and the agency for signing me on, for working with me and for helping me get where I am today.

I’ve written the first three novels in the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Descent, Burnt and Avalanche.

Descent was nominated for the 2014 Crime Writers of Canada Unhanged Arthur award. Burnt was nominated for the 2014  Crime Writer’s Association’s Debut Dagger. The guidance, editorial comments and encouragement from Margaret and her team helped make this possible.

Along with Margaret retiring, the HSW Literary Agency is closing its doors. This means I’m looking for a new literary agent.

If you know of an agent looking for new authors or you are an agent looking to new authors, please send me a note from my Contact Information page.

Thank you to Margaret and her team!

Thanks for reading . . .

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Jealous of Cats

Woof Woof, Farley here.

I love cats. I really do. But this is too much.

Do you ever see me sitting on furniture let alone at the dinning room table?

Do you ever see me looking longingly at food while my humans are eating.

I think not.

This is Natasha. Apparently she’s higher up in the pack list than me. She gets to have dinner with my peeps.


And then there’s Boris. He gets to have desert at the table.


That makes me third on the list.

I’m going to have to change things, and fast!

Woof Woof.


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