It's Really Okay to Call Something Stupid
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Apologies for crashing into this lovely fall weather with anything sobering (this is not about COVID), but maybe after the hottest summer on record in Maine, we can shake loose our brains for something we can do something about.
I have been on a bit of a mission. Both my novels attempt to seduce readers into a compelling murder mystery, into the magic of woods, and also into what threatens to murder those woods. (One murder mystery inside another murder mystery.)
In Maine, this forest is the last temperate forest of its size and kind in the northern hemisphere. Rich in all kinds of plant and animal diversity and essential water resources, and the last of its kind. Chunking it up with industrial development is, well, just stupid.
There, I’ve said it. Stupid.
And now if you’ll read on . . .