It’s always surprising to me that some writers (most writers, maybe nearly all writers) have one preferred method of writing that they stick to for years. Me, once I decide “this is how I write now,” I pretty much immediately … Continue reading
Two observations about phones (by which, I maybe need to clarify, I mean smartphones). 1) Yesterday I took a bus trip. I last took this trip two years ago (and the year before that, and so on). What was striking … Continue reading
As I’ve written recently, this story is set somewhere back in the earlier days of Jan Sleet’s career as an intrepid gal reporter and amateur sleuth. Less baggage (at least metaphorically) and less history to explain. Which makes it easier … Continue reading
If you’re the sort of person who worries about that sort of thing, the timeline of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries is really tangled. For example, when was Watson married and how many times was he married? Internal evidence is not … Continue reading
“Do you like eggs?” She laughed. She looked at me, so I laughed too. Wolfe scowled. “Confound it, are eggs comical? Do you know how to scramble eggs, Mrs. Valdon?” “Yes, of course.” “To use Mr. Goodwin’s favorite locution, one … Continue reading
(I particularly like the end, where the mandolin guy goes over to hug her and she curves away from him and then pushes him away. “My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will disprove your faith in man,” after … Continue reading