ALL MY TITLES ARE AVAILABLE AS E-BOOKS AND PRINT BOOKS ON AMAZON (OR FROM THE PUBLISHER).
Thus far, I've had eight books published, including:
--The Pittsley County Chronicles, a contemporary mystery trilogy, including:
Swamp Yankees, and
Winterkill (a psychological mystery)
Strummin' the Banjo Moon (a mainstream novel)
SLEUTH-blog (a nonfiction murder investigation)
Feathered Serpents (a contemporary mystery on Cape Cod), and
Feathered Serpents II. Tezcatlipoca, the Smoking Mirror (the stand-alone sequel which takes place in Mexico).
Also check out my FACEBOOK page at Joyce Walsh, Author.
As a playwright, I've had numerous productions of both full-length and short works.
I'm the recipient of a Massachusetts Grant in Playwriting, a Massachusetts Artists
Foundation Award, and an ARTA (American Regional Theatre Award.)
For the past six years, as a member of AUTHORS WITHOUT BORDERS, I've been a host/producer/director (on a revolving basis with the other AWB members) of a cable t.v. show out of New Bedford, MA -- "Authors Without Borders Presents" -- interviewing regional authors, publishers, and others associated with publishing.
My educational background includes a Bachelor's Degree from New York University and a Master's Degree from Harvard University. My last position, before retirement, was as the Managing Editor of an international journal of cancer epidemiology ("Cancer Causes and Control") at the Harvard School of Public Health, where I worked for many years.
You may notice, dear Reader, that almost all of my books include a dog character of one sort or another. We have always had at least one dog, usually two, but after our last dog (Plymmie) died, we didn't immediately adopt another one. We waited quite a long time, then last year we began visiting all the local shelters. We knew exactly what we wanted: a medium-sized, short haired, companion dog. And we knew when we wanted it: in Spring.
Then came Fiona. My husband first spotted this poor little waif huddling in the corner of the shelter cage, shaking in an anxiety blanket. She was small, only 24 pounds, too small for us. She was longer haired--not what we wanted. She was a hound, a Portuguese hunting dog (Podengo medio), not an off-leash companion.
And she had PTSD.
So, of course, we adopted her in January, the coldest month of the year. The saga was just beginning. Look for my Fiona blog upcoming to learn the rest of the story.