Laurie R. King

And to show it, a bunch of us BoucherConners will be extricating ourselves from the confines of the conference in October and popping up at some of the Baltimore libraries. I’m hoping I don’t have a panel assigned me Saturday morning, because I’d love to be in the library audience when Val McDermid and others…

Watch what you ask for. I said I was torn between watching the Olympics and not, and man those opening ceremonies sure fill the screen… Except not. Ten minutes before broadcast, the lights went out chez King. Went on ten minutes after they finished. So I guess Someone Has Spoken. Any neighbors out there who…

I like the Olympics. Some of the events make me yawn, but opening ceremonies, the beauty of the competitors, the tug-at-the-heartstrings that the television networks do so well, generally keep me watching. But this year, I have a bad taste in my mouth, and I’m not sure how much of my attention the games are…

Sometimes you just need a laugh. Thanks Meg, and I still owe you a cold one, see you in the bar in October.

For those of you who don’t live in the interesting state of mind that is California, I thought you’d like to know that we out here on the far left coast are aiming at the end of democracy in America. Yep, that’s us. Although most of us are more interested in figuring out ways to…

Thanks to the indefatigable efforts of Vicki the Web Maven, the LRK virtual book club will be hosting the official BoucherCon get-together forum. Love crime fiction? Thinking of writing some? Written it and wanting to get published? Or happy with the status of Reader and envious of people who get to meet their favorite authors?…

Writers are rewriters. Some of us are inveterate rewriters, incapable of leaving anything in its virgin state—novels, letters to editors, notes to the paperboy, quick emails to offspring. Some of us find that the chief joy in being a writer is that for once in your life, it doesn’t matter if you’re slow off the…

Recorded Books have been kind enough to send me some extras of their audio of Touchstone, to lay at the feet (and the ears) of my Faithful Readers—people registered on this blog, the LRK newsletter, Facebook, and two onto the Virtual Book Club. You can sign up for them all by following the links from…

San Francisco airport’s international terminal has two arrival portals. An incoming passenger treks in from the arrival gate, rescues her bags from the roundy-roundy, queues up to submit her passport to the polite but unsmilng scrutiny of the Immigration official, hands over the form that vows she is not bringing in apples or radioactive waste…

I apologize for the silence here, we’ve had some poor sad idiot target the site with what Google calls malware (sounds like something out of Tolkein) that gave everyone’s computers the heebie jeebies when they tried to see the blog, so I thought it kindest to wait (and wait) until Google’s bots got around to…