M.J. Downing It's like getting a C- on that paper on which I really worked hard. It's a psychological gut punch I didn't see coming. It puts me down, like on the canvas, trying to breathe, think, though nothing happens. George Foreman, as I recall, called them 'canvas moments.' I don't know which boxer said... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing I could be writing this while wearing pajamas—maybe with a cowboy hat. Believe me when I say that I look ridiculous in a cowboy hat, too. Or, I could be in my kilt, sweater, and Glengarry jacket, like Doctor Watson at the end of “Werewolves of Edinburgh.” I could be wearing anything to... Continue Reading →
By M.J. Downing Denny Crandell, my classmate Robbie’s odd fraternal twin, showed up at my door on Duncan Avenue after six o’clock one evening just before Halloween, 1968. My friend Tim Rogers and I had been listening to WAKY on my transistor radio and reading comics in my room when the doorbell rang, and Dad, who’s... Continue Reading →
They ran to Marty’s old Nova, which sat alone in front of Our Mother of Sorrows church, but no cadre of police, security guards, and irate staff followed them out of the hospital. Drew’s thoughts were reeling, though he had Kyle’s voice to calm him down. Marty had only the impression that something horrible had happened... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing. Part One. “Line of Scrimmage.” Drew kept his head down, waiting for the snap of the ball that would pull him from his left guard position, around the left end on a sweep. He’d lead the way for Kyle Jensen, his best friend, and tailback. Drew would mow down the first guy from... Continue Reading →
To read the entire review, following this link to the website: https://killernashville.com/sherlock-holmes-the-werewolves-of-edinburgh-review-by-joy-gorence/ Thank you, Joy Gorence and Liz Gatterer! M.J. Downing
M.J. Downing Back in late 1972 or early 1973, I heard a ghost in the dormitory of the old firehouse at Preston and Marret Streets here in Louisville. In that big room, full of firemen’s bunks, there was always a little light, though it did not go far back into the dark corners. Whatever winds... Continue Reading →
M.J Downing. Looking at the map above, you see where my focus lies these days as I work on the last third of Sherlock Holmes: The Ghosts of Savannah. What you see is a structure map of the city of Savannah in 1884, just four years prior to the time that my book’s action takes Holmes and... Continue Reading →
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