February 9th, 2018
So…I have a new book coming out. Here is some info:
I am super-psyched and excited about this–to be working with the marvelous Terri Bischoff at Midnight Ink for one, and that the book is coming out on an expedited timeline, for another. “Black Swan Rising” is an explicitly political book — I’m not going to dance around this — and the fact that it will be published in advance of the Nov. 2018 midterm elections is incredibly appropriate. The book is about a lot of things–online harassment, misogyny, mass shootings, our polarized nation–and it all takes place in the context of a highly contentious political campaign.
(I swear I wrote the first chapter and pitch for this book in July 2014!)
Because all of this is happening so quickly (in publishing terms, this is light-speed, folks), I’ve already seen some cover comps, and they are awesome! As soon as the design is finalized, I’ll be back to show that off and to tell you more about the book.
September 20th, 2016
I just returned from Bouchercon in New Orleans. I hadn’t been to New Orleans in years, not since I turned 30 and went on a cross-country train expedition with another friend named Lisa. We took skateboards with us and called it the “Old Boyfriends Tour” because one of the things we did was meet a couple guys who had been significant in our lives. That part didn’t work out well, but it was overall a grand adventure.
And we had amazing luck. In New Orleans, we had a 24 hour layover. Being young, dumb and with not a lot of money, we decided we would stay up all night. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it really wasn’t. The crime rate in New Orleans was sky high at the time.
We hung out in the French Quarter, went to the Absinthe House, to Cafe DuMond for coffee and beignets, but there wasn’t enough caffeine in the world to keep us awake.
So we foolishly decided we would sit on a park bench in Jackson Square facing the cathedral. We’d take turns staying awake.
This, not surprisingly, did not go well. While Lisa slept, I struggled to stay awake. Finally, a young Black security guard came over. I will never forget what he said and how kindly he said it: “Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure no one messes with you.”
And no one did.
Thanks to all my friends and colleagues who made Bouchercon, and New Orleans, such a wonderful, memorable experience.
New Orleans, I’ll see you again, soon, I hope.