Our Christmas Story

Christmas decorations and gift on rustic wooden table.

Since Thanksgiving, I’ve been wallowing in wonderful Christmas stories of surprise gifts to totally deserving people. I live in Idaho Falls, which has a wonderful online news website called EastIdahoNews.com. It’s been around about five years, I think, and was funded originally by Frank Vander Sloot, owner and CEO of Melaleuca. If not the richest…

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The Moral Arc of the Universe Does Bend toward Justice

Golden sunset over the ocean with clouds reflecting light above a sandy beach.

This isn’t my usual blog. Well, maybe it is. When I think of what has influenced me as a writer, or a journalist or a novelist, Georgia comes to mind. My husband has had some serious health issues and a major surgery that took my attention elsewhere, too. He’s better now. The turkey is in…

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We Don’t Need Columbus to Have a Holiday

Mountain canyon with pine trees, rocky cliffs, and layered rock formations under blue sky.

My first memory of American Indians came when I was about four years old, and living in Cody, Wyoming. It was during the Korean War, and my dad was on assignment in Thailand. Dad was part of a US Navy squadron that took a load of planes to Thailand and taught the pilots there how…

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Check Your Drawers

Book cover of Her Smile by Carla Kelly with two tipis in grassy field and mountains.

It’s a writerly joke that we novelists usually have an unpublished manuscript stuck in a drawer. You know, something that we finished, and there it stayed, for whatever reason. I had two such manuscripts. The first one was The Necklace, which I massively rewrote and which came out in February, 2021. My editor, Jennifer McCord,…

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Doing Anything?

Mountain canyon with pine trees, rocky cliffs, and layered rock formations under blue sky.

Not a whole lot vexes me. I’m relatively even-tempered. So it is with mixed emotions – amusement and slight irritation (as in, don’t you know me by now?) – that I offer what is probably a common challenge most novelists face. It’s this: Friends and acquaintances often open a conversation with me by asking, “Are…

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The Lions’ Den

Painting of man praying in a cave surrounded by resting and watching lions.

It’s no secret that I’m a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or Mormon, if you prefer. This particular blog is for fun, not preaching. Recently, I was wasting time on Facebook, looking at a website inviting people to list funny experiences in church.   I have a dilly. It happened…

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“Hey, Lady, What’s Your Favorite Book?”

Painting of Presidio La Bahía, a historic Spanish mission fort in Goliad, Texas.

Could it be that last month’s school and college graduations brought out the nostalgia in me? Whatever the reason, I’ll indulge in a reminiscence.  I suspect that the most common question novelists get is, “Where do you get your ideas?” Correct me if I’m wrong, fellow novelists, but I believe the usual answer is a…

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Interviewing History

Young woman sitting reading a book outdoors.

I had quite an experience recently, the sort of thing that sometimes happens to a historian, but never often enough: I talked to an eyewitness to history. I’m currently researching/writing Story #2 of a 3-novella anthology set during World War II. I’m calling the book, “I’ll Be Seeing You,” after the 1938 love song that…

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Something Familiar in Unfamiliar Times

Four Carla Kelly books arranged on a blue quilt, including Regency Christmas Gifts and The Grand Hotel.

Think what you will, but during the pandemic, I did something that brought me a lot of comfort: I reread many of my novels. Through the years, I’ve reread a few of my own personal favorites. At times, I’ve been asked to speak about a particular book, which means rereading at least parts of one…

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Dear Reader…

Hand-drawn book cover titled The Mystery of the Old Mill with illustration of a windmill.

My childhood was spent in the service of the post-war U.S. Navy, meaning, whenever Dad got orders, we moved. Typically, we moved about every two or three years, so it could have been worse. We did two things once we arrived in our new area: We found a church (Presbyterian mainly) and we found the…

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