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“Solving” an Archaeological Mystery in Fiction

As I near the end of my current work-in-progress, The Clay Sustains, the third book of The Clay Series, I have arrived at the chapter wherein I will “solve” one of the greatest archaeological mysteries from the Hohokam era in … Continue reading

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The Quest for a Book Cover

Finding a designer who can do a worthy book cover is not always easy. Nor is it cheap. Generally, your options are to find a good cover designer to personally work with or to look for an online designer at one of many cover design sites. I chose to work with 99designs.com. Continue reading

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My Book, The Clay Remembers, and Similar Books

Many of you know that my novel, The Clay Remembers, is fast approaching completion. I’m excited about having got it to this point—ready for an archaeologist to fact-check my descriptions of the work after which I’ll pass it along to … Continue reading

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The Clay Remembers: The Characters

A few days ago, I promised to begin introducing the characters in the novel, The Clay Remembers. ANNA (Anna McClure Robinson) comes from a modest, difficult background, having been raised in a household where domestic violence was the norm. As a young girl, … Continue reading

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Pueblo Viejo–The Rest of the Chapter

After covering the babe with a thin layer of dirt, she dragged rocks from the old wall to protect him from the coyotes that would come in the night. Saying a final prayer, she made the sign and struggled to her feet. Her knees almost gave way, but she managed to stand up. She looked up to where the Indian had been, knowing what must come next, but he was gone.
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