Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see many people doing it.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

A is for Alibi, my first book, was published in 1982. As it happened the next couple of books took place in June and August of that year. Without meaning to I painted myself into a corner. The other issue was the aging process. I did not want my main character to age one year for every book so I slowed the whole process down. This way I could get through all 26 letters of the alphabet without making her 109 years old in 2015. I might end the series in either 1990 or on New Years Eve 1989.

You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.

My primary lesson, however, was that I'm a solo writer, happiest when I'm making all the executive decisions. I've always been willing to rise or fall on my own merits.

There are days when none of us can bear it, but the good comes around again. Happiness is seasonal, like anything else. Wait it out. There are people who love you. People who can help.

What could smell better than supper being cooked by someone else?