Mary Rosemblum
My writing career began before I could actually write. I never could stand being bored, so when dragged along on interminable shopping trips by my mother – an activity whose appeal I never could quite fathom, even as an adult – I entertained myself by making up stories about imaginary creatures in the fascinating universe that existed at the five-year-old eye level of Kauffman’s and Gimbel’s department stores. You had these great shadowy spaces tucked between racks of clothes and lurking behind mannequins, obviously overflowing with magic. Those mannequins themselves watched me with sardonic amusement, knowing that the grownups would never believe me if I told them that they were alive. You had interesting portals to other universes in the dressing room mirrors and strange girls peeped back at me, inviting me to step through while my mother was deciding between the blue and the green blouse. I never stopped finding stories in the dusty corners and busy landscapes of the world around me. I went from making up stories in my head to writing them down and, in 1988, I was accepted into the Clarion West Writers Workshop. I sold my first short story there, have gone on to publish dozens of short stories in major markets as well as eight novels with New York publishers as well as overseas, win awards, and come full circle to become an instructor at Clarion West.
I love writing and about fifteen years ago, I found that I loved sharing that passion with aspiring new writers. I love teaching nearly as much as I love the writing. I’ve taught privately, at workshops, and for Long Ridge Writers Group, an online and by-mail school with excellent courses. I love seeing a new writer’s words take flight, and watching that person’s confidence soar as the stories start to really work. When the publishing world began to change and online and ebook sales opened the door wide to the self-publishing ‘indie’ author, The New Writers Interface was born. I had been shepherding my writing students through the publishing and promotion process, trying to protect them from the many scams that abound. I could do this as a business! And so I have. I love this sea change in publishing. It offers so much possibility, so many great new stories to share, and such potential to those passionate new writers. I have spent my life living my passions and I never plan to stop. Sometimes it is not easy. If I can offer a hand to others who want to live their passions rather than taking that safe path, I’ll sure do it.
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From the staccato energy of Flood Tide to the lyrical cadences of The Rain Stone, the stories in this collection examine the human condition, the ‘virtual reality' of what it means to be human, whether you walk the world stage on a computer screen or in the dry heat of a desert ranch.
When Rachel's landscaping client, old Henry Bassinger, is found dead at
the foot of a cliff, everybody thinks the old man simply fell. When
one of her employees is blamed, she takes it on herself to find the
murderer...and had better do so before she becomes the next victim!(Book One of the Rachel O'Connor Mysteries)
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When Rachel scores a bid for a city landscape contract, she's delighted.
But her luck sours when a city councilman is found dead - and when her
uncle, known for his hot temper, becomes a suspect, Rachel once more
finds herself up to her ears in murder.(Book Two of the Rachel O'Connor Mysteries)
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When Rachel O'Connor gets a contract to restore the extensive grounds of
a famous botanist, she's thrilled. But when the woman is found dead,
and an innocent woman is accused, Rachel finds herself racing against
time to find the real killer. (Book Three of the Rachel O'Connor
Mysteries)
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When Rachel accepts a contract to landscape the Garden View Retirement
Village the residents are delighted. But when one by one, elderly
tenants begin to die, Rachel senses that this is not coincidence. Can
she solve this deadly riddle before her young assistant pays the price
for her snooping?