Letting go of Lincoln

Nearly thirty years ago, I embarked on the novel that would – well, not change my life, exactly, but take it in a new direction. Until then, I’d written several novels of indeterminate genre, although a certain criminal element had been creeping into the...
Eddie Shoestring, I.O.U.

Eddie Shoestring, I.O.U.

The early Eighties, and I was still trying to write a novel to make literary agents swoon.  But was there really a market, then or now, for chick lit about a young girl working in a library (On The Shelf (And How To Get Off)) or an almost-crime novel about a...
If looks could kill…

If looks could kill…

Maybe it’s because I’ve got a smiley face. Maybe it’s because I look like a comfortably upholstered ex-librarian. Whatever the reason, people seem surprised to learn I write crime fiction. Not ‘cosy crime’ either, but murder mysteries...