Laurie R. King

My name is Laurie, and I am a dialup connector. This is a shameful state of connection, I confess. And I swear, it’s not entirely my fault. I have honestly tried to connect in a more up to date fashion, but the world doesn’t want me, certainly not enough to lay its high-speed cable to…

The Wednesdays of Edgars week are for the symposium, when people shell out money for a day of panels and an interview with that year’s Grand Master, in this case, my distant (very, very distant) cousin, Stephen King. And although it’s intended for writers new to the business, I often shell out my own ninety…

And a big Hey There from La Manzana Grande. My daughter and I are here for the Edgars, the week where the mystery world tells itself that things are cool, and we’re all on the top of the pile, literarily speaking. So we flew in on Monday, in a United flight out of San Francisco…

So now that I’ve finished with TOUCHSTONE, I’m finished with it, right? I can give it to other people and go sit in the sun eating strawberries and reading all the novels that have come out in the past six months, right? Well… Sure. Except it’s Edgars week in New York so I leave tomorrow…

TOUCHSTONE is finished. The world’s longest rewrite, certainly MY world’s longest rewrite, and I’ve sent it off to my editor just in time for the frantic last-minute business of getting off to New York. The first draft a year ago was 400+ pages, the second draft in December was slightly more than 500, this (final,…

Happy National Libraries Week! Kiss a librarian today! Or at least thank one.

My beloved publisher (now, how many authors do you know who would say that?) is playing with a new venture that you may want to get involved with. It’s called Booked for Breakfast, and designed to that every weekday morning, you start you day with a delicious and maybe even nutritious serving of fiction, five…

To order books from independents (mystery specialists or otherwise) you can either phone them up, or go to their web site. To order from three of my favorites, drop them an email: Seattle Mystery Books, as I posted yesterday: staff@seattlemystery.com My local guy in Watsonville, who is great if you want me to inscribe, or…

I want to talk to you a minute about your bookstore. Yes, you. You know that place you go on this very machine you’re looking at right now, where you click sideways and you’re either at a river in Brazil or among a whole lot of really strong women (tastes may vary) and you decide…

I’ve been thinking recently about my early days of writing, in the late eighties and early nineties before I was published and I had to carve writing time out of life. My kids were young. I started writing when my second child went off to preschool three mornings a week, although I did manage more…