"I'm not," I said. "But my clients are."
If you're reading this blog because you labor under the misconception that you're reading the words of a famous author, I am humbly sorry to disabuse you of that notion. You obviously have me mistaken for someone else.
|I wish I could give credit where it's due.|
Sadly, I don't know who took this,
but I love them for it!
It's true, I have been
Crime writer & actress Marguerite Ashton kindly featured me on her Criminal Lines blog recently. There I spilled about how I got my first book gig by nearly killing someone (not a method I would endorse, but it worked for me).
Fortunately, no other writing projects have involved life-threatening instances, though I did write a book once while in the midst of a "Your husband has a brain tumor and needs brain surgery, that's why he has no short-term memory, forgot he had a daughter, and thinks aliens are attacking the planet" crisis. When you're under contract, you can't let little things like medical malfunctions get in the way.
I'm not famous. I'm something far, far better for a writer: I'm working.