Past or present, cozy or scary, big name or not-so-big, my own or someone elses, this blog is about mysteries. If you love them like I do, feel free to speak your piece. It's all good fun when somebody winds up (fictionally) dead!
In addition, I sometimes feel like writing about Life, which is the biggest mystery of all, so welcome to my crazy, mysterious world!
Welcome to the Party! A few snags, but what party doesn't have an uninvited troublemaker? We're celebrating the release of POISON, YOUR GRACE, so here goes.
Yesterday's winner of the draw for an Amazon gift certificate is Laura. Congratulations!
Haven't seen any books yet, so everyone's guess on the delivery date is still good!
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Today's question is NOT morbid, honestly. It's just for creative speculation.
If you could not be the wonderful "you" you are and you had to instead be a dead author, which one would you choose and why?
Peg's anwer: (Gee, Peg, you ask really tough questions!) I probably should say Shakespeare, because I love his plays so much, but as a novelist I would choose Thomas Hardy because I love his characterization, grasp of setting and human frailty, and subtle humor, and I've come to share his world view more and more over time.