OK. Here I am. Finally invited to the cool table, which is the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. After years of toiling in true crime (hanging out with the likes of Mary Kay Letourneau, Stella Nickell, and other assorted felons), it was nice to make the switch to fiction. It just seems safer and, yes, a little more fun. After all Claire Logan, the killer in A Wicked Snow, won't call me at night. She won't send me a Christmas card. And she'll never get out of prison.
That is, if she gets caught! That's up to me, of course.
A Wicked Snow is my first novel. In so many ways, it feels like my first book. So here I am, at the Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Thanks to Bill, Fran, JB and the rest for inviting me to the party. Thanks to the folks who showed up to wish me well (Glen, Pat, Ima, Laura and that couple from Orange County.)
See you next year when A Cold Dark Place hits the shelves.