I spent this weekend as a Santa Monica resident for the first time in seven years. Interesting! Technically my new digs are across the street, the dividing line between Santa Monica and Mar Vista. Coincidentally it’s the same area that I wrote about in my second...
Men who read James Patterson won’t buy my books. I don’t write thrillers in which there’s a maniacal killer and a ticking clock, a lot of car chases, explosions, and everyone is tall, lean, and beautiful. But there’s lots of hard-boiled murder and mayhem...
The Pitch Slam—or Pitch Slap—is that moment in a writer’s life when you are for the first time across a table from a living, breathing literary agent. For the writer, this person is more important to you than your beloved, your mother–even your dog. The hardest...
California Ghost Hunters shook up the audience at the October meeting of the LA Chapter of Sisters-in-Crime, October 7, 2012. I should explain that the whole paranormal thing has whooshed past me. Because I’m skeptical by nature, I didn’t believe that others could...
Just returned from a road trip with my brother Dan who lives in Canada. Some trepidation at spending a long time in a car and a tent with him. It would be the longest time we have ever been alone together in adulthood. And it went well—an easy, pleasant flow of days...
