In the final stretch!

When I am writing obsessively, as I am now, when one of my cozy mysteries has me captive in an “alternate universe”, the world blurs and I can see my characters and the settings as well as, in the case of my foodie-lover cozies, smell and taste the great food coming out of the kitchens. India Street is a Nantucket caterer, graduate of the Johnson and Wales Institute of Culinary Art ( I think they recently altered that name a bit) in trendy, beautiful, historical and also au courant Providence, Rhode Island who went home to Nantucket to start her own business. On the other hand, Liz Ogilvie-Smythe is a British expat “refugee from a wealthy family” who took a summer course at the Cordon Bleu while at Oxford studying archaeology and, after a near-fatal bout with malaria, changed her course to become an innkeeper in Provincetown out on the tip of Cape Cod.

Was it Ernest Hemingway who cautioned writers–write what you know? The best advice a writer can ever get and internalize. I know Cape Cod, Nantucket, Provence, London, and more recently, Puerto Rico. I also know and love food. I love to cook. Hey, I love to food shop! So, I write about strong women (did I mention that I am a strong woman?) who love art, food, travel, beauty and problem solving. In addition, since I have been fortunate in that I have lived in, studied in and visited some absolutely gorgeous, historically, culturally and artistically magnificent places, I write about them. When I am writing, I am there. Totally there. I hope my readers can appreciate that as I really try to write with my painter’s eye flowing through my fast-typing fingers. 

Have you read a good mystery lately?



About cynthiamysteryauthor

I am a painter of Narrative Maritime Americana Primitives turned mystery writer. My writing career began as a free-lance local news reporter for a highly acclaimed south of Boston daily. My painting career began in my commercial painter father's studio when he taught me to mix colors at age four. Both parents attended art school and although my father turned to sign design and painting to support the family and my mother got into interior decorating and was the pastry chef for Chillingsworth French Restaurant in Brewster on Cape Cod, their first love was sketching portraits. My mentors, Ralph and Martha Cahoon, renowned primitive painters who settled in Osterville on Cape Cod in the ninteen-forties, sealed my fate as a primitive painter. Living on historic Cape Cod and being addicted to history, I began to tell stories on canvas. Cape Cod Life magazine called my work, "time travel on canvas". A folk art quilt was purchased by the Tokyo, Japan National Art Gallery for their permanent collection and my paintings and primitive hooked rugs are in private collections world-wide. I wrote my first novel (unpublished, of course) at fifteen and since then, have always written. Falling in love with British mysteries steered me into my current bliss. Agatha Christie is the mother of cozies and cozies suit me just fine because I can "paint" the settings and the quirky characters with my laptop rather than paint brushes and paints. I never set my stories in places I do not know intimately. In fact, a foray to Puerto Rico last year to do research led us to decide to escape from Cape Cod cold and snow to the sunny Caribbean this winter and forevermore. Back to Cape Cod to live on our forty-four boat every summer, however. We sold our antique sea captain's house on Cape Cod, down-sized our belongings, move aboard and semi-retired; I to write mysteries and Ken to write an economy blog. Life is good.
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