The Mystery Beacon

And now for something different and new. This year, I’ve decided to start highlighting mysteries across the board, new and old, specifically focusing on the genres and sub-genres of those mysteries. This is a vast and objective subject to say the least! I haven’t done anything quite like this before and I hope to get the input of other mystery writers and fans with this project. More, coming soon…

The Charlatan Murders: Galley Proofs

For the second time this year, I’m editing galley proofs. My next book, The Charlatan Murders, will be released at the end of March. In the coming weeks, I’ll get to see cover sketches and blurbs, and I’ll watch the magic (from a distance) as Barking Rain Press pulls together all the logistics that goes into a final printed book. It’s an amazing process and I’m loving every minute of it. In fact, I might even be more excited than I was the first time around, because when I went through this process with The Hatbox Murders, a (fairly large) part of me still didn’t really believe it was actually happening, whereas this time I know it’s real!!!

Some thoughts on Creativity

Everyone is creative. Creativity isn’t an elusive muse, or a super power bestowed on a select few, it’s hard work, failures, and persistence. Just like we are all capable of logical thinking, we are all capable of creative thinking. And if we choose to cultivate those skills, it’s only a matter of practice. The more we play with ideas and allow our creativity (and failures) the easier it all becomes.

 

Protecting my Historical Setting

This summer, I took a refreshing but much-too-brief vacation in the Pacific Northwest. It’s always a delight to go home and visit so many memorable places and people I love. Even if I hadn’t grown up in the area, it’s just a awesome place to vacation. But I have to admit that there’s always a tiny nagging fear when I go home.

Since my mysteries take place in a Seattle of the past (or more specifically, in my imaginary 1950s Seattle) I’m always afraid that the real, modern city will somehow corrupt the historical one in my mind. Of course, this isn’t a logical fear. And fortunately, it never happens.

The two places exist, one as a actual location and the other one in my mind. The real Seattle is bigger and grander than ever, and now that I’m back home I’m antsy to “visit” the other Seattle again by jumping into my next Elliott Bay Mystery.  🙂