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

The only reason I've ever had to wear a hat is to avoid skin cancer.

Blogging, I love you no matter how out of fashion you are.

When I was little, I made up my own fairy tales, and the ghostly echo of Once upon a time shapes all the fiction Ive ever written.

A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.

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 can critique the bad; I can take the good, and I can add whatever I want.