Laurie R. King

First, let me just say (not directly related to the above title, although her books can be funny, and she more so) that Barbara Seranella seems to be doing a lot better. Her body seems to be accepting the second liver, and although she’s got a long recovery ahead, the worst of the white-knuckles phase…

I don’t know if everyone who reads this blog also gets the newsletter, but in case you are one who does not, we’re giving away stuff over there. The Recorded Books folk have been very generous with tapes and CDs of LOCKED ROOMS, CALIFIA’S DAUGHTERS, THE GAME, and KEEPING WATCH, so we’ll give some of…

So I came home on Thursday, a week ago, from sending my daughter back to London (one kid back from a battlefield, the other out, oh dear) and spent the next three days either sleeping or pushing back the tide of what Lao Tse called the Ten Thousand Things: accumulated mail (one lost check didn’e2’80’99t…

…and for those of you in foreign lands, just send me the SAE (self-addressed envelope) and I’ll provide the stamp. Those international postage thingumies are far too much of a hassle.

For those of you who couldn’t get to an event or already have a book and don’t want to order a second from my local guy (see my web site’s home page if you’re interested in ordering from him) what about a book plate? I’ve made this offer on the newsletter, but if you aren’t…

I know Barbara Seranella from conferences, mostly’e2’80’94that’e2’80’99s how mystery writers usually meet, since in our daily life we tend to be barnacles, working our own particular patch of the sea bed. Our paths had come together briefly a few times, but not until the Monterey Left Coast Crime were we on assigned to the same…

For those of you who have been following the blog for a while, you may remember I wrote that my son was being deployed to Iraq. Well, he’e2’80’99s back in the States for a while, somewhat leathery from the climate but intact, and although he’e2’80’99ll be going back in a few months, for the time…

My last solo event for LOCKED ROOMS was Tuesday, followed by forty-eight hours of rushing about getting a daughter onto a plane, and then a rare eight-hour night’s sleep. And now I face a stretch of seven weeks of all Martinelli, all the time. We ought to have a name for the book any time…

…and to answer brackman 1066, and all that–the excerpt on which the Locked Rooms section of the crossword is based is from the very beginning of the book, so don’t worry about spoilers.

Seems to me I am an odd choice to speak to a writer’e2’80’99s conference. I’e2’80’99ve never taken so much as a class in writing, not since checking off the English requirement in junior college, and frankly don’e2’80’99t even know the right technical terms for a lot of what I do. However, the 75 or so…