C.A. Logan
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Doyle vs. Holmes

How many writers wish they could write a character like Sherlock Holmes? My guess is most of them. Sherlock Holmes is the best-known fictional character still, although that whippersnapper Harry Potter has quickly risen to number two in recent decades. Put together a deerstalker, a magnifying glass and a pipe, and readers all over the Continue reading
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Robot Love

With everything going on in the world, life on Electric Street is pretty calm this summer. Except for a quick drive to the Maritimes and frequent jaunts to Toronto, I am at my desk, writing drafts and learning new things. Doing my electric company A long, long time ago, I can still remember … my Continue reading
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189 Days to Christmas

Since I am doing a little light research for my Archie Sloss novel, I discovered that the Glasgow Police appointed their first detective in 1819 and followed with a designated Criminal Department in 1821. Is everyone on the same page as me? I’m thinking Netflix’s Dept. Q Christmas Special, where DC Rose Dickson (played by Continue reading
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Saltare non possum, ergo scribo

~~~ I can’t dance, therefore I write I, like most people, could slice my life into phases. Suburban kid, Journalism undergrad, newly married executive wife, urban single mother … (clip cut here) … eventually civil servant, and now full-time writer. In September 1990, my life path changed, the way it does. Although I had Continue reading
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Archie Sloss: The Burglar Who Stole the Heart of Victorian Society

PART TWO: Western Australia, circa 1873 – Archie Sloss, the escaped convict and robber, was in hiding from the police with a price of two hundred pounds on his head. How would he get away? Archie tells us that nine days after the police raided the hideout, Donald Macvittie, a respectable Scottish shepherd, bought passage Continue reading
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The Remarkable Life of Archibald Sloss: A Genealogical Discovery

This month, the blog is part one of a longer story, because I need to testify. Yes testify … to the remarkable life of Archibald Sloss, born in Stirlingshire in 1830. Archie, alias Archie Baird, the ex-Duke of Portland Prison, Old Dad Sloss, or “The Burglar with the Blue Scar” was my grandmother’s grandfather’s older Continue reading
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Hair, Jawlines and Sex

We have been hearing a lot of speculation on the reasons that my second novel is taking so long to finish. Let us first reject the suggestion that my book was crap and now I am trying harder. Critics! Cannot live with them … However, it is a fact that I freely penned my first Continue reading
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Digging the Dirt

This April, I sat down for a serious self-directed sermon. I wagged a finger at myself. “There will be no more flying, no more canal boats, no more bonfires, no more driving out of province, until you finish the next book.” Pause. “Fine,” I grumbled. Grounded. Calli, my muse, mocked, “and we’ll have fun fun Continue reading


