Hey Brits, on the first of September, you’ll have your very own Language of Bees–and shortly thereafter, a tour: That’s right, the pub date is 1 September, and although we’re setting up events now, I can say that I’ll be at the Reading Festival of Crime on Sept 12, talking about Murder in Mind with…
Read MoreThe California Crime Writers Conference began life as “No Crime Unpublished,” a writing conference run by the Southern California chapter of Sisters in Crime. Which excellent organization you should join instantly, by the way, if you haven’t already, for their general helpfulness, intelligence, and positive energy. And no, you don’t have to be published to join,…
Read MoreSometimes, life is hard and all you can do is bleed. My friend Ayelet Waldman has a new book out that fills me with awe, that a person can feel so free about showing her wounds to the world. The title of her book, Bad Mother, embraces a criticism and turns it on its head,…
Read MoreI still can’t believe you guys contributed $10,000 to Heifer through the Team LRK page, and wanted to say, Thank you, again, for your support of this great organization. And for those of you who found $60 a bit steep but would still really like one of those booklets on beekeeping by Sherlock Holmes, we’re…
Read MoreHere are some photos of my event at Vroman’s in Pasadena, thanks to Meredith Taylor and and Bob & Jan Winning. (Click on each photo to enlarge.)
Read MoreFollowing a tour, I set aside days to breathe in, and breathe out. I tidy and scrub, I unpack my suitcase and shove it into the back of the closet, I wander out to the deck with a cup of coffee and reflect that I really should do something about the weeds. I go to…
Read MoreAs of today, the Fifteen Weeks of Bees is officially over. We opened its doors on the first of February, and thanks to the concerted efforts of a large number of highly competent and hard-working women (some of whom were not even related to me, although by now they may feel they are) we kept…
Read MoreToday I’m over at Angieville, where I should have been last week except my brain was in a comatose state. I’m talking about the joys of touring (yes, really!) and how touched I am by touching people. Or, perhaps I’m just touched, in the head.
Read MoreOne of the odder sides of being a writer in modern times is the way a solitary, dreamy individual is periodically required to become a travelling salesman. Once a year, more or less, the person who spends her working days in clothing that resembles pajamas folds up her laptop, scowls at her hair, retrieves her…
Read MoreToday is the first Tuesday in Fifteen Weeks that Mary Russell hasn’t had a new blog post over at her MySpace page. Instead, we have this. And a year from now, more or less, we’ll be giving a copy of the hardback of The Green Man to someone who illustrates the miniature book made from…
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