Monkshood! A healing flower that is also poisonous. Gail Frazer and I used it in one of our Dame
Frevisse medieval mysteries years ago. And
it’s still around, of course. In fact,
it very recently killed a woman in California
and made a man extremely ill when they ingested it in a tea bought from a
Chinese herbalist: https://www.aol.com/article/news/2017/03/21/herbal-tea-usually-heals-but-it-was-poison-for-two-in-californi/21904748/
I’m beginning to think Tying
the Knot is dead. I just can’t write
it. I know the writing spark is still
there; I’ve started to talk to a woman who served as a police chaplain and who
tells inspiring, sometimes hair-raising, stories about her experiences. She could write a book – and I believe I could
serve as her ghost.
Last night I was lying in bed
with the cat Java draped across my upper legs and tummy and I was lazily tickling
her under her chin. She suddenly turned a
forepaw over and very gently grasped my finger with pad and claw to still my
hand. She held onto the finger for about
a minute then put her head on my hand and we both went to sleep.
1 comment:
I'm sure you'll start writing soon--maybe even sometime totally unexpected! It's sometimes what writers do.
And Java sounds like a wonderful inspiration for sleeping, and maybe writing, too.
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