Hi, Linda Rodriguez here! Today, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Edith Maxwell, who writes three wonderful mystery series, the Speaking of Mystery series (as Tace Baker), the Carriagetown Mysteries, and the great Local Foods Mystery series. Her newest book in that last series, 'Til Dirt Do Us Part, is out right now.
"The produce is local--and so is the crime--when long-simmering tensions lead to murder following a festive dinner on Cam Flaherty's farm. It'll take a sleuth who knows the lay of the land to catch this killer. But no one ever said Cam wasn't willing to get her hands dirty.
Even an amateur detective like Cam can figure out that one of the resident locavores went loco--at least temporarily--and settled a score with Irene. But which one? With the fall harvest upon her, Cam must sift through a bushelful of possible killers that includes Irene's estranged stepson, her disgruntled auto mechanic, and a fellow CSA subscriber who seems suspiciously happy to have the dead woman out of the way. The closer she gets to weeding out the culprit, the more Cam feels like someone is out to cut her harvest short. But to keep her own body out of the compost pile, she'll have to wrap this case up quickly."
No High Heels!
I’m coming out, right here, right now. Get ready for it: I do not wear stiletto heels. I do not wear high heels. I do my best to avoid wearing any heels at all if they aren’t flat!
I hope this won’t disqualify me from writing a guest post here, on this blog with so many authors I respect and call friends (waving to my buds Debra, Linda, Dru Ann, Marilyn, the Sparkles!). I love you guys.
But it became clear to me many decades ago that, despite being less than five feet, two inches tall, heels were not for me. One reason was comfort. I have wide little feet and hate having my toes pinched. Another was safety. I want to be able to run if I need to, whether it’s from threat of tornado or attacker, whether I’m running toward an approaching train or sprinting away from a falling tree.
Probably the most important reason was my natural trend toward things, well, natural. We have bodies with feet that rest on the ground. We are meant to walk heel-toe-heel-toe. Of course I do wear shoes – kinda have to for half of the year in New England (even though I’m a native southern California) –and I drive a car, and so on. But I just don’t believe in high heels. For me.
I’m also a long-time Quaker, and we have this thing called the Testimony of Simplicity, which totally suits my personality. My path of least resistance is to own one pair of Birkenstock sandals, one pair of tennies, and one pair of lace-up black suede shoes. Okay, and a pair of fun knee-high leather boots. Flat-soled boots. And then replace with exactly the same model every couple of years when a pair wears out.
Now that I’m a published author, though –yikes. I have author events at libraries and bookstores. I’m on panels at conferences. I haven’t snagged a major award nomination yet, but hope to, and then I’ll be visible at an awards banquet. And I want to look nice. Respectable. My professional compromise to date is pair of black clogs, which boost me a hair higher off the ground but are still almost flat. And I’ll confess to ordering a pair of nearly flat silver sandals for my niece’s fancy wedding today. But Hank Phillippi Ryan I’m not!
All this non-stilettoing, though? It leaves me more time to write, which is what makes me happy.
Readers: Are any of you all non-heel wearers? Or do you prefer to go shoe shopping for the latest stilettos?
Edith Maxwell writes the Local Foods Mystery series (Kensington Publishing), the Speaking of Mystery series under the pseudonym Tace Baker, featuring Quaker linguistics professor Lauren Rousseau (Barking Rain Press), and the historical Carriagetown Mysteries, as well as award-winning short crime fiction.
A mother, world traveler, and former technical writer, Edith lives north of Boston in an antique house with her beau and three cats. She blogs every weekday with the Wicked Cozy Authors. You can find her here: