Eating good food is my favourite thing in the whole world. Nothing is more blissful.

Zombies are the proletariat. Long live the workers!

The acclaim for Razorhurst means even more to me than usual because, let's be honest, Razorhurst is weird.

Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them. I am all anger and resentment all the time. Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.

I'm almost back to being able to write as much as six hours a day .

I decided to read something I normally hate: a cosy mystery. You know one of those mysteries where everything is tidily wrapped up at the end and everyone lives happily ever after? An Agatha Christie kind of mystery. They are so not my thing. But then someone was raving about Barbara Neely's Blanche White books and they sounded interesting.

I continued blogging, but between illness and deadlines, did not manage to blog nearly as much as last year. I'm hoping to do better in 2016.