Friday, March 28, 2014

Letting Go

I keep thinking I'm almost done writing this novel. Just one more chapter and I'll let it go into my editor's hands. Then something happens and I delay the inevitable; ending a relationship with a bunch of cool characters and saying good bye to a story that lived in my head forever. I use any excuse not to finish what I started nine months ago. I have to pay bills, feed the dogs, feed myself (repeatedly) pick lint off my sweater, stare at the floor. The list goes on and on. But then I snap out of it. What am I thinking? Of course. I'll turn it into a series. My characters will never die. I call my editor and give her a date. Now there's no way out. I have to finish and set the story free. So this week I'm completing "The Body Dowser" with the hope all my readers enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

How the Virgin Detective Came to Be + Tour Schedule

The story of the Virgin Detective started with one simple visual: a yellow jacket floating in the water by the Seattle ferry dock.  It was summer time and I was waiting to board the boat.  As I stared at the jacket wrapped around a pillar, my mind started to wander with the most absurd thoughts. Like how many murder cases occurred near the docks? How many went unsolved and what kind of killer hot sauce was inside the burrito I was eating that made my eyes roll back in my head.  As my eyes and nose continued to run like faucets, I wondered if, well, hot sauce cleared your sinuses to the point where you could smell just about anything. Even the dead body in the water floating not far from his or her yellow jacket.
That was the start of the Virgin Detective. A simple random sighting while waiting for the ferry wound up being a novel nine months later.
Jacket plus hot sauce equals novel. I guess random acts are never as inconsequential as you may think.


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Monday, March 10, 2014

New excerpt from The Virgin Detective!

A new excerpt from The Virgin Detective. Coming out March 18th.

“I have a confession to make,” I said. “Ben and I hate each other.”
Adele’s eyebrows rose. “Wow. For someone who’s so popular lately, you got a bucket list of hate goin’ on. Lila, Richard, Sherry... Did I leave anybody out?”
“Montrose,” I said.
“No, you like him, remember?”
I moved away from Montrose to Ben. “We met in college. I was a freshman and he was a TA.”
“Sounds boring, like the board game Candy Land.”
“We didn’t get along,” I said, covering up the truth. I poisoned him. Not intentionally, of course, but, nonetheless, he had to have his stomach pumped after he consumed an entire jar of 357 Silver Edition Mad Dog. At the time, the salsa topped the charts of hotness. He found it in my fridge and claimed it was delicious. He couldn’t stop eating it. Too much of a good thing, I suppose. Whatever attraction we had for each other died that night in the emergency room. We hadn’t spoken since.
“Maybe you should take me home,” I said. “Do this on your own.”
“No way. I love a good soap opera.” Adele slammed on the brakes, barely missing an old woman in the crosswalk.


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