Beth Camp's Blog

When a priceless 16th-century tapestry vanishes from the Museum of Medieval Art in Edinburgh, newly hired curator Sandra Robertson finds herself under suspicion — and in grave danger. Asked to help uncover the truth, Sandra reluctantly teams up with Neil McDonnell, the dashing Scotland Yard art crimes investigator, and together they navigate a web of illicit trade, institutional secrets, and

 This month's Insecure Writers' Support Group (IWSG) question asks writers to share their thoughts on launching their book. Specifically, What elements do you include in your book launch? Or, what do you have in mind for your future book launch? Or, what advice do you have for others planning to launch a book?As a frugal, indie writer, I have tried many different strategies over the last

Wish I did have unlimited time and energy to write. It snowed earlier this week, reminding me that seasons change and that all things have beginnings and endings. Today, the first Wednesday of the month, is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. If you are a writer, today you can post your thoughts on your own blog (see question below). This IWSG online community is a very

When we were kids, didn't we all think, "Someday, I will . . . ?"Maybe I wanted to be an astronaut, to travel the world, and, yes, to become a treasured suburban wife. It was the 1950's after all. But my dreams changed as I became a teenager. I still did want to travel the world, but in my heart, I wanted to be a poet, a dreamer, a writer.Reality came next. As I worked my way through college, I

IWSG October 1 question - What is the most favorite thing you have written, published or not? And why?I still remember working my way through college, sitting in a class of 60 students, excited to begin. I was the only woman. The professor scanned the class and stopped, pointing at me. "Why are you here, taking the opportunity to learn away from a man who will be the head of a household?"I was

Leonard Cohen's songsare poems distilled in music, meditations shaped by quietthat simplifies meaningdown to the edge of understanding.His dark, slow voice,relentless, asks us to accept some unspoken truth that we already know and acknowledgein the rasp at the back of our throats,at the tears forming in our eyes:Unrelenting, universal understandingof

 Sunday began like any other day of the week. Quiet. Uneventful. Until we ended up in the Emergency Room at midnight. We waited for two hours to learn another two hours would pass before seeing a doctor. So we went home, and in the morning, Allen was better. We just celebrated our 50th anniversary on Friday, but this ER visit seems like a harbinger of things to come, despite doctor

 Summer has truly begun with a blast of hot days up past 90F. We stay cool in our cozy apartment with a high of 70F, first floor, and haven't turned on the air conditioning (yet). This morning, I'll be visiting a dear friend, bringing her a collection of quilting projects to share. Over the years, I've enjoyed taking classes and learning new skills (sashiko, hand-turned applique). 

 You know how it is when an old photograph pops up, and suddenly, you're remembering something from decades ago. That happened this week when I spotted a picture of Fats Domino.He played just the piano at a small high school dance back in 1961. I was a senior, thrilled to 'bop' to his energetic rock and roll, all of us motivated by his music and his enthusiastic smile. I knew he lived in New

First Wednesday of the month means time to post a response to The Insecure Writer’s Support Group’s monthly Blog Hop. Here's the June 4 question: What were some books that impacted you as a child or young adult?Books were an escape for me. I could fall into a book and ignore all else around me -- even meal time. Libraries were quiet. Each shelf beckoned. Once I could check books out, I started