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They say a writer’s life is all about inspiration, imagination, and long hours at the keyboard, lost in the world of characters and clues. What they don’t tell you is that half the battle is simply getting to the keyboard in the first flipping place.  Yes, you can tell I’ve had a bad day today…. Because in between the thrilling highs of a crafting an exciting (Well, I think it is) plot twist and the quiet satisfaction of a sentence that finally sings, real life insists on pop

Hard at Work! If you’ve read my previous blog, Murder, Music and Mayhem , you’ll know that my creative path has never been what you’d call straightforward. It’s zig-zagged from theatre stages and murder mystery scripts to swing tunes and now, finally, to novels. But behind A Ledger for the Dead , my debut book, lies something far more personal. It's a story that, in some ways, started with me. About ten years ago, life threw me a curveball I never saw coming. An accident. Sud

IF SOMEONE had told me, twenty years ago, that I’d one day be sitting quietly at a desk, writing about murder instead of performing it (the pretend kind, of course!) I might have laughed. For nearly two decades, my world revolved around the glittering chaos of murder mystery dinner theatre.  A place where improvisation and truth is blurred, where every actor became a suspect, and where laughter and gasps were equally welcome sounds. Over the years, I must have written and re-

Every story begins with a question. For me, it’s usually something like: “What would push an ordinary person to cross the line?” Welcome,...