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  • Victory Celebrations, and the Power of Political Comedians

    May 23rd, 2026

    Stephen Colbert’s late night show came to an end this week. In fact, The Late Show, launched by David Letterman in 1993 at CBS after he was passed over for Johnny Carson’s spot at The Tonight Show on NBC, is shutting down entirely. Colbert is not being replaced. The whole show is being replaced by some stand-up comic show hosted by Byron Allen. To say that the shutting of this show is not politically motivated is to say that you still believe in the Tooth Fairy. Colbert routinely lambasted Trump, whose name I will use here once and then not again in this post. And as many people know, the president has notoriously thin skin. And Colbert has been a constant comedic thorn in the administration’s side.

    But it’s one thing to poke fun at someone who makes themselves such an obvious target. It’s quite another to do so when your parent network is looking for his administration’s approval for an extremely large media merger. Paramount, the parent company of CBS, needed FCC approval to merge with Skydance Media. Just after it was announced that CBS settled with the president over a lawsuit stemming from a supposedly biased 60 Minutes interview with then Vice President and Democratic candidate Kamala Harris, Colbert called it a “big fat bribe”. Subsequent to this comment, CBS that The Late Show was being cancelled for “financial reasons”. The merger was approved just a week later. 

    This all happened last year, and The Late Show has been steady ever wince, even as it prepares to wind down. As Colbert’s time on late night TV comes to a close, he’s had a bevy of guests that are some of his favorites. Among those was Jon Stewart. This should not be a surprise, given the two are such very good friends. They were both part of The Daily Show many moons ago. Colbert really came of age as a “correspondent” for Comedy Central news parody (“The Daily Show: When news breaks, we fix it!”), before spinning off to his own comedy show, The Colbert Report, in the time slot immediately following, where he adopted the persona of a conservative blowhard. From there, he went on to host The Late Show, and has been there for the last eleven years. But it was Stewart that Colbert really learned what it takes to host a show. And his thank you after Stewart’s (first) retirement said as much.

    And rightly so, because Jon Stewart is one of the funniest, but also sharpest, comedians working today. He is back with The Daily Show, commenting as he used to on the absurdity and hypocrisy of the American political machine. But oh, so much has changed from when he was last in the “anchor chair.” Now we are dealing with an administration that has managed to be reelected a second time, despite losing its initial reelection bid, then inciting an insurrection in a toddler-esque temper tantrum. As part of the Paramount family of media products, Jon Stewart is essentially the only one left now that Colbert is off the air. 

    In the final week of The Late Show, Stewart was on Colbert. And they were waxing philosophical about the day the current administration is defeated at the polls. Stewart made the interesting statement that the victory celebration of the defeat of the current administration will make the celebration when Hungary repudiated Viktor Orban look like an “Amish sabbath.”

    And this is where I pause. Because here, I’m not sure I agree with Jon Stewart. Look, he is far smarter than myself, I admit that readily. But I also look back on history. And the history of American elections is that we’ve already defeated this administration once. And they acted like brats, and turned an angry mob on the Capitol. The attacked law enforcement, one of the core constituencies the administration claimed to “love”. They spread lies about the election being stolen. This was enough for the House or Representatives to impeach the former president for a second time, and this time, seven GOP senators sided with the Democrats to vote for conviction. They were ten votes shy of the two-thirds needed for a conviction, but the bipartisan action should have been enough. All of this should have been sufficient so that he should never have ended up as the GOP nomination again, let alone the candidate. He shouldn’t even have been on the ticket. Yet he was, and he won. So here we are, in the thick of another disastrous presidency.

    Which brings me back to Jon Stewart’s statement about victory celebrations. Of those who did vote in the 2024 election, almost half of America voted for this administration. Less than a percentage point from half. But let’s call it half. And that also means that half of America is just fine with how the administration is running the country, and if pressed, would likely vote for him or someone like him again. 

    That is not a celebration of his defeat. If we really are at a place where this behavior is okay with half of America, there will be no regime change sized celebrations. Perhaps I am wrong. You’ll certainly see celebrations from the Democratic side of the political fence. But is that enough to be considered on the size and scale of the celebrations in Hungary?

    And maybe I’m wrong in thinking that half of America is okay with this presidency. He, who ran on lowering inflation and stopping endless ways, has gone to war with Iraq, causing oil prices to surge. Gas at the pump is over a dollar more than it was where I live, and probably higher in other places. Grocery bills are higher because of ill-advised tariffs. So maybe enough voters will see through the nonsense and will turn out to vote out this administration, they’re own political party notwithstanding. 

    In the meantime, we need to call out the silencing of voices willing to call out the absurdity of the administration by corporations that are looking to gain political favor, either because they want something, or they are trying to avoid a costly fight with the administration. Either way, if we want to see those celebrations, we need to keep speaking truth to power, and comedy is one of the best, sharpest, most direct ways to do that. And let’s not forget, a comedian was elected the president of Ukraine, and has now managed to fend off a full-scale Russian invasion of his country for four-plus years. Quite something considering the Russians thought they’d have control of Ukraine with weeks of launching their offensive.

    Nothing takes the power away from those who would use it as a corrupt weapon as effectively as laughter, especially when that laughter is directed at them.

    And so, to sign off as Letterman did with Colbert earlier in the week when he visited the very show he helped to create, “Good night and good luck, motherfuckers.”

  • Why I Wish the World Was More Like a Community Theatre Production

    May 14th, 2026

    I have to tell you about my first time seeing the musical Cabaret. It was just a few weeks ago, and it was a student-run production at Bard College.

    And it was spectacular. And I don’t just say that because my daughter was in it. (Although, all you other Sally Bowleses can retire because nobody will ever do it better.) No, I say that because it really was spectacular, and she was amazing, but so was the whole cast, from Emcee to Kit Kat Club boys and girls, and all points in between. One of the most telling points about how amazing I found this production is the fact, a two weeks-plus later, I’m still thinking about it.

    While letting the characters of Sally, Cliff, the Emcee, Frl. Kost, and the other roll around my head, I started to consider the power of theatre itself. And why I wish the world could be a little more theatre-oriented. Because in theatre, I’ve seen and experienced things that I have found rare in the “real world”. I’m not saying these things don’t exist outside of the theatre-world, but they can be much harder to locate. While I always knew this, I hadn’t ever really sat down to consider it. What brought it to light for me was the diversity in the cast of Cabaret. As body-positive, gender-fluid, all inclusive as you can imagine. (I can hear the battle-cries of conservatives now, to which I can only say the following: get over it.)

    I don’t want to pick this apart too much, though my English lit degree usually prods me in the back with a pitchfork saying “Find the theme, find the imagery, find the symbolism!” No, this is not meant to be a dissertation-level breakdown. This is just me relating to you, the reader, why the theatre world may be among the most comfortable spaces on the planet, and one of my favorite places in the world.

    Tolerance

    I have never found a place where a person is welcome no matter their race, creed, gender, sexuality, or any other category that people seem to need. The drive to categorize things is irrepressible throughout human history, and our current culture is no different. Yet, in theatre, while all these different categories exist, nobody cares.

    I’m not being myopic, clearly not everybody gets along with everyone else. There are rivalries and feuds and bad blood, of course there is. These are humans after all. There are good productions and bad productions and griping and kvetching. But it is a rarity when such acrimony is based on some arbitrary categorization of a person into some group that needs laws to protect them because humans can’t be trusted to do the right thing.

    Emotional Connection

    One of the primary powers of live theatre is just that: it’s live. I know plenty of people who get emotional at Hallmark movies, or commercials with kittens. I’m not one of them. I tend to watch things with a something of a detachment. (Unless it’s horror, which I have a hard time with because I can’t stand jump-scares.) It’s the same with reading. I can read a book that makes other weep, but not me. While horror movies tend not to be my thing, I love a good horror novel, but I have yet to find a horror novel that scares me. It’s not that I don’t get sucked into page-turners, I because I do. I just don’t get scared by them.

    But live theatre? When it’s in front of you, the people are flesh and blood, not pixels on your flatscreen, not ink marks on your pages, it’s a whole different ball of wax. It’s that visceral connection to what is happening in front of you, sometimes mere feet from where you are sitting, that demands your attention and your emotion. And that’s not even beginning to talk about what it’s like to be in a production, part of the story, inhabiting a character. I’ve been more emotional in or at theatre productions in the last few years than anywhere else in the “real world”.

    Finding Joy

    Without naming names, I’m going to tell you about a friend of mine. He and his significant other suffered through a rather traumatic home experience. This experience ended up involving lawyers, insurance companies, and years of ongoing strife. To the point where his significant other began to suffer health consequences.

    At a recent community theatre musical production, in which this friend was a member of the ensemble, his significant attended. Usually he attends once and that’s enough. But he so enjoyed the production so much he attended four of the performances, and some of his health issues began to lessen. So powerful was the joy he found in the production that his physical health began to improve.

    Safe Space (especially for trans people)

    Let’s start out with a bold statement: fuck J.K. Rowling. Sorry if you’re a fan, and I’ll admit I used to be, but she’s shown herself to be a horrible bigot when it comes to gender issues. I’ve heard people talk about problem and blame the “trans crowd”, words that made me shudder with rage. And I’ll bet, if asked, these people have never met a trans person, or if they did, they didn’t know they were a trans person.

    I have never found a more welcoming place for the trans community than in theatre. Theatre is a safe space for this community, a place where they can be themselves, even when they can’t be themselves elsewhere, at work, at home, in public. And when they are themselves in these space, the reactions to them can be volatile and filled with vitriol.

    What I would say to any trans person is that, if you are having trouble finding a welcoming place, head down to your local community theatre where I suspect you’ll be welcome with open arms.

    Summing It All Up

    So, what’s the point I’m trying to make with all my rambling? That’s easy.

    Theatre is where I have found some of the best of what humanity can do. And I wish the rest of the human race could experience what theatre kids already know.

  • My Five Favorite Books on Writing

    May 6th, 2026

    (I originally wrote about this on Substack in June 2025.)

    Every so often, I deep-dive in the world of books on writing. I cannot lie, I love a book on craft. It’s fascinating to see how each author approaches the work. From those who espouse beat-by-beat plotting (such as Save the Cat Writes a Novel) to those who go out of their way to exclude plot as one of the core elements of a novel (such Stephen King does in On Writing), every practitioner has a unique approach.

    In going back over some old favorites and reading through some new ones, I wanted to give you a list of my top five books on the craft (or craft-adjacent). I love a good book on the craft of writing. Once King released his, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, it felt like all the others could be retired. His writing is so conversational it feels like you’re sitting on the porch, rocking in a couple of chairs, jawing about writing.

    But, of course, his is not the only book on the craft of writing. So, in the spirit of pulling back the curtain for a peek behind the scenes, here are my five favorites:

    • On Writing, by Stephen King – Probably not a surprise given I mentioned it above. It might be the single best-selling book on writing since Strunk and White. And I’d argue Strunk and White only surpasses it because they are required in so many college writing classrooms. King has always had an easy-going style, and his non-fiction is sometimes better than his fiction. It boils down to storytelling, and the first third of his book is him telling the story of his life (to date), which in the original was around the year 2000, and how it made him a writer. It’s marvelous storytelling and a marvelous insight into what made this juggernaut of a pop culture writer so big. The back third of the book is more of the how-to. If you’re looking for the manual of how to write, how to plot and build that three act structure, building character backgrounds, dissect a scene, that kind of deep-in-the-weeds work, then this really isn’t it. This is about the approach, the discipline required, the tools you need to write, and some rules to follow (e.g. cut as many adverbs as possible, etc.). It’s extremely valuable and I’ve read it multiple times.
    • The Art of Fiction, by John Gardner – Gardner was a writer of literature and a professor of writing at university. And while I hesitate to call attention to the word “literature”, it cannot be denied that there is a definite hierarchical perception of fiction writing, both from within the writing community and without. I’m not passing judgement, mind you. I know where I fall as a writing of whodunnits and werewolf novels. I only point it out because Gardner might be seen as someone whose advice of writing may not translate well for anyone not engaged in the pursuit of “literature.” And you’d be wrong. While most of Gardner’s examples do come from quote-unquote literature (you’ll never find a reference to V.C. Andrews), the advice and insight into what makes fiction work and how to approach it is exemplary. This is easily one of he best book on writing I have ever read.
    • The Elements of Style, by Strunk and White – I’m not sure I even need to explain this one. Unless you’ve been living under a rock for your entire writing career, you’ve heard of this one, probably at least cracked it open to skim it, and might even already own a copy. (If you don’t already own a copy, go buy one. Now.) It contains two parts. The first is by Strunk, designed for his college students as a way to get them to write better papers. It’s all mechanics presented in the straight, no-nonsense manner. The second part is by White (that is, E.B. White of Charlotte’s Web fame). Asked by the publisher to add some notes on style, he did so with a small set of rules that should be taken as gospel. Together, this is an indispensable book, and at bare 100 pages, and slim little volume.
    • How Fiction Works, by James Wood – I have never read a book that was not intended as a writing book that taught me so much about writing. Wood takes fiction and completely takes it apart to show how it works. Not at a “and here is the three-act structure, and here is where the denouement happens,” etcetera, but at an even deeper level. For example, when talking about the passage of time in a book, using an example of the main character walking down the street, they may observe various people doing various things (sweeping, cleaning, getting their mail, whatever), which is conveyed through the prose. But each one of these side actions is almost a snapshot and none, obviously, is described simultaneously (it’s a list of actions, after all) and yet we perceive it all as part of a singular moment in time because it’s contained in a single sentence. Even if it happens as the character progresses down the street, we still view it as a whole because of its containment to a single sentence or phrase. Furthermore, what exists outside of the world of these actions? Anything? Can we prove that? After all, the eye, the POV, the “camera” never strays past those actions. Once swept, does the woman go back in the house, and if so where does she put the broom and dustpan? We’ll never know because our involvement in her world stops that moment our character walks past her while she’s sweeping. This is the kind of deep dive Wood offers, and while it’s not a how-to for writers, any writer anywhere would benefit from this dissection.
    • The Reader’s Manifesto, by B.R. Myers – This will be the controversial choice, but I find a lot of value in it. This book started out as a self-published volume called The Gorgons in the Pool. Myers sent copies out to major outlets, hoping one might be interested, suspecting none would, when The Atlantic reached out to him. They wanted to publish it but they needed to trim it down. Myers agreed and subsequently lit the hair of the literati on fire. The backlash was strong, even as some critics begrudgingly agreed he had made some good points. The book was reissued by a small publisher, and it’s worth a read. If for no other reason than to keep yourself grounded. Like the ventriloquist you might start writing in another person’s style. But even if that style is immutable, there is always the danger that what you are writing becomes pastiche. Understanding critically where the pitfalls of that style are can help you avoid them. And whether you agree with Myers assessment or not, it never hurts to have an understanding of what the dissenting voices are saying.

    These are the five I would suggest. There are plenty of other books on writing, you can pick them up if you really want to, but these are the ones I think give you the best feel for why we do what we do, and what works and what doesn’t. Again, these aren’t going to tell you all of the individual elements that you need to assemble a novel. This just grounds you as to what fictions is, who it works, and how not to make yours suck too badly.

    As for reading order, just follow the order I’ve listed them in above. King is a nice, easy-going introduction, Gardner is a more serious study, take a break from the serious study with the read-in-an-hour Strunk and White, which will clear your mind for the deep dive of Wood, after which you can resurface and enjoy some Myers’s Emperor-has-no-clothes assessments of major writing icons.

  • Nibbling Around the Edge of Mortality

    April 29th, 2026

    I’ve been reading some of the literature of grief. We’ve had a pair of deaths in the family, not quite back-to-back but close together nevertheless. A few months apart. One expected, one very much a surprise. In the ensuing days and weeks that followed, as plans were rearranged or outright canceled; as the reality of the enormity of the task before us to shut down an entire apartment; as the phone chirped with innumerable tender texts of consolation; and the endless phone calls to friends, family, lawyers, banks, and funeral homes—somewhere in this mess I pulled a book off the shelf and opened to page one. The greatest recent book on grief is easily The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion’s account of how the year after the death of her husband, John Gregory Dunne, unfolded and how many of the things she did in that year were all a way to bring John back, even though she knew he was gone forever. This had been languishing on my bookshelf for over twenty years, the front flap of the dust jacket serving as a bookmark for a spot I found particularly interesting. And as I reread the book, it struck me in ways it hadn’t my first meander through.

    Why would it? There was no reason it should. It wasn’t that I was unaware of the emotion of grief. Sure, over the course years, we’d lost loved ones, friends, grandmothers. But we’d not faced death like this before. Not parents. This was new, and immediate, and I turned to the book to re-familiarize myself with the grieving process.

    Over the weekend, despite having not finished The Year of Magical Thinking, I decided I needed additional books on the topic of grief. The literature of mourning is a peculiar one, with the reader avidly consuming the sadness of the authors. Yet, there it is. I had two books in particular in mind: C.S. Lewis’s classic A Grief Observed, taken from the journal he kept after the passing of his wife, Joy; and H is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald’s work on the passing of her father and how a goshawk helped her through her grief.

    So, to the bookstore I went. And found both, neither of which I have yet to start. I haven’t even finished Didion’s book yet, and it’s not long. But I was sidetracked. (I’m easily sidetracked when it comes to books.) As I was passing the Essays section, a book with a lapis blue cover caught my eye. What kept it there was the author’s name, in black lettering on the spine: Ursula K. Le Guin. The book was No Time to Spare and it is a collection of her blog posts from when she decided to start blogging—in her eighties.

    By her own admission, Le Guin never had much use for the form. In fact, based on her belief of where the term “blog” came from, she’d had little use for them. (For the curious-minded, she thought it was short for something like bio-log. It’s actually a shortened version of the term weblog.) But she discovered Jose Saramago’s work as The Notebooks, which were his own posts from a blog he started when he was eighty-five. Those I have not read, but having recently been immersed in the writing of Le Guin—Tombs of Atuan, some selections from her story collection The Wind’s Twelve Quarters, and having just finally finished her translation of the Tao Te Ching, which I’d been nibbling at for years—finding this book felt like an act of divine providence. So I added it to the pile, along with a book on how to write haiku which I had not seen before.

    I started it the moment I got home, and like so much of Le Guin’s work, I have not been disappointed. It’s smart and wryly funny, in Le Guin’s unmistakable voice. It is wise and erudite and full of the wisdom of an eighty-plus-year-old author whose philosophical fiction places her among the best sci-fi writers of all time. Always though-provoking, never dry.

    Her essays involve all manner of topics, from economics to questions she gets from readers, with occasional interludes relating the antics of her cat, Pard. But among the things I most enjoy are her mediations on aging. Having started her blog in her eighties, Le Guin writes on a wide variety of subjects, while never denying her place within the space/time continuum. There is a grace Le Guin’s writing that cannot help move the reader, and a humor that makes you want to read parts of it out loud to someone.

    Which brings me back to mourning.

    As we as a family prepare for the end of life rituals of two extraordinary people, I continue to read books on grief. And they are, in their own way, helpful. Everyone’s grief is different, takes different forms. Reading memoirs of loss, it’s hard to find an experience of feeling that matches yours perfectly. But you keep reading because there’s solace in knowing that, maybe you aren’t feeling it the same way as the author or the guy next to you, but you feel it. As did they.

    But while the literature of loss is important and dearly needed, it’s the literature of growing old, nibbling at the edge of mortality, facing it clear-eyed yet with humor, that I keep returning to. Because yes, it is true, we all must go sometime. I’m sorry to break this news to you if you hadn’t already heard. But it’s how we approach the end that matters. The parents we lost were marvels of musical talent, wondrous educators whose students were never far from their minds, and generous beyond what some might consider their obligation. And they were like this to the end. Were they perfect? Of course not, no one is. But perfect or not, they were much loved. And the lesson I try to take away from them, and from Ursula K. Le Guin, is that how we approach the end is as important as any other stage of life. Maybe even more so.

  • “Blue Moon,” and the Love of Language

    November 23rd, 2025

    A couple of us went to see Blue Moon Friday night. If you’ve not heard of this movie, it is inspired by the letters between Lorenz “Larry” Hart and the object of his late-in-life affection, Elizabeth Weiland. Hart, for those unfamiliar with the name, was the first principal writing partner of Richard Rodgers, before Oscar Hammerstein entered the picture. Rodgers and Hart write some pretty big musicals back in the early decades of the twentieth century, Babes in Arms and Pal Joey being perhaps the most famous. But Hart was a troubled soul, and years of drinking coupled with bouts of depression made him an unreliable writing partner. Which is when Hammerstein stepped in. The film takes place on a single night, unfolding in realtime at Sardi’s, the famous Manhattan bar where the Broadway stars would gather after their shows. (Still do.) The fateful night in question is the opening of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s first collaboration, and enormous hit, Oklahoma! And of course, Rodgers and Hammerstein would go on to be the most successful duo in Broadway history, with classics like The King & I, and The Sound of Music.

    We follow Larry Hart as he arrives at Sardi’s early, full of piss and vinegar about this new musical, unable to hide his disdain for the writing, at least until Rodgers and Hammerstein and entourage arrive in a swirl of merry noise and telegrams wiring in about how much the critics are talking about it. He vacillates between jealousy, desperation, egotism, and love-sickness in a way that is, for the audience, at times hilarious, at times painful to watch, and never not riveting.

    This may seem a long-winded preamble to what I really want to say, to what I really loved about the film. For while it’s well-imagined screenplay of conversations that may or may not have happened, and it may be a tour de force performance from Ethan Hawk as Lorenz Hart, the thing I loved the most about the film is how much it loved language.

    Hart, in the beginning section of the film (if thirty minutes in can still be considered “the beginning” is talking to Eddie the bartender about the language of Oklahoma!, laying down a diatribe about how absurd the first lines of the opening number are. For those who don’t know, the opening number is “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning”, and the line in question is “The corn is as high / as a elephant’s eye”. Hart is borderline vitriolic about the comparison, for what would be the odds that an elephant would be loose on the Great Plains, hiding in the cornfields? He even goes so far as to question the title, and the use of an exclamation point, often referring to the musical as “Oklahoma exclamation point”.

    In another sequence, he’s talking with Andy White. “Andy” was the nickname of E.B. White, as only his friends knew. White, by this time a well-established writer for the New Yorker, happens to be in Sardi’s, and Hart, in his usual display of frenetic dialog and uninhibited honesty, sits with White and discusses the language. In moments where Hart’s words are racing ahead of his brain and he stumbles looking for the right noun, verb, or adjective, White always manages to quietly, humbly provide the best choice.

    I loved how “Blue Moon” focused, in part, on Hart’s love of language, how it drove him to write such memorable songs as “My Funny Valentine,” “The Lady Is a Tramp,” and, well, “Blue Moon.” But it’s not just Hart in love with the language. The film’s screenplay writer shows just as much love. In a quieter moment, after White confesses non-fiction has burnt him out and he’s trying to write a children’s novel, Hart relays a story about a mouse he catches in his kitchen every morning and releases into the park every day. And the next morning, the mouse is back in the kitchen. He’s even given it a name. Stuart. White considers this for a moment, then asks “With a U, or a W?”

    It’s little moments like this that struck me and even now, two days later, I’m still thinking about it. And admiring it.

  • New Fiction Up at “The Yard: Crime Blog”

    November 16th, 2025

    I’m a bit behind on a lot of things, but I did want to say I am very happy to announce that my flash fiction piece “The Boys of Summer” was accepted and posted by “The Yard: Crime Blog” in late October!

    You can read it here: https://theyardcrimeblog.com/2025/10/19/the-boys-of-summer-flash-fiction/

  • Crime Bake 2025

    November 10th, 2025

    I’m going back to old-school blogging for a moment to talk about Crime Bake 2025, from which I returned yesterday. I’ll say up front that I had a great time and met quite a few people I didn’t know or had only known on the periphery of the New England crime writing community. I’ll also add the disclaimer that I am on the Crime Bake committee, so I’m going to be a little bit biased.

    The Guest of Honor this year with Lori Rader-Day, and she was fabulous. Like Gabino Iglesias the year before, she was friendly, affable, approachable, down-to-earth, and honored to be there. I actually got the chance to speak to her one-on-one for a bit at the banquet, and she was lovely.

    Being on the committee, I didn’t get the chance to attend maybe all of the panels I would have liked to. Especially since I was moderating one of them.

    I was asked to moderate the Civic Duty: Writing About Social Issues panel. It can be a heavy topic, and certainly there were some heavy moments when the panelists were answering. But we had a terrific group of panelists (Richie Narvaez, Jeff Markowitz, and Courtney Denelle), and they were open and honest about their experiences and how they approach the craft of writing when it comes to folding social issues into their fiction. We heard some really great things from those who attended (to which I felt extremely relieved–this was my first time moderating a panel!).

    The banquet was later that night, and aside from a few hiccups, it went smoothly. And then attendance remained pretty high for the Sunday morning non-fiction authors/experts, which is saying quite a lot considering there are plains and trains to catch.

    A few personal highlights for me:

    • I finally got the chance to meet Sara, my editor for The Last Line in person. It was so lovey to meet her and catch up on the last year.
    • Back in March I helped run a writing retreat in Orange, MA. It involved providing some prompts and some writing time. Basically, I would show several images of places and characters and give the group fifteen minutes to write. Then I would pause them, show them images of various “things”, and give them another fifteen minutes, the idea being they must now fold the “thing” into whatever they were writing. One of the participants attended Crime Bake for the first time this year and told me that she continued what she had started using my prompts, and that it was the first time she finished writing a full-length novel. That made me warm and fuzzy.

    The number of first time attendees this year was significant, which was a great improvement over last year. And the best story of attendance we heard was about an online writing group that is spread over at least two continents. They had wanted to meet in person, and they chose Crime Bake to do it! One came from as far away as Oregon and another from London, England.

    We heard a number of times that this was the best Crime Bake in a number of years, and I’m very proud to have been able to be a part of planning it. Kick-off for planning 2026 is in December, and I’m already thinking through ideas for programming and the banquet.

  • Four Years and Counting…

    April 6th, 2024

    Seemingly out of nowhere, it hit me a few weeks ago: I’ve been home for four years. In the middle of March, 2020, my job sent us all home with the expectation we’d only be working from home for a few weeks, maybe a few months. And while we’re able now to return to the office without fear of infection, most of us, including myself, were given the option to continue to work from home. Which I have.

    I wanted to do a post about that, but I couldn’t figure out how to write it. How do you celebrate such a milestone when what kicked it all off was fear and doubt and worry about what the future would look like? Do I write about what a disaster it was for, well, everyone? The toll it took on us all, especially our kids? Or do I write about the good things that came out of it? The technology that let so many of us work from home and not be completely cut off from society? How, in some ways, some of our relationships grew closer than they would have if we hadn’t been forced to it?

    COVID was a mess. There’s no doubt about that. It disrupted lives, upended how we live, how we shop, how we think about everything from vaccines to masks to handwashing, and so much more. It came with a terrible human toll, both in lives lost and in our mental health. I hated hated hated it, and hope we never have to go through something like it every again.

    And yet, there are a few things that I will always remember as the good in the middle of the terrible, the eye in the center of the hurricane. Our small friend-pod of five that met every Friday night, outside, on the patio, distanced, yet together. Family TV every night after diner, where we would all sit around and watch a few episodes of some series we were working our way through, making a point of eating dessert while we watched. At two episodes per night, we watched (or rewatched, for some of us) all of Psych, Schitt’s Creek, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Running a T-shirt contest on Facebook as a way of connecting with a large group of people and coming up with new ways to reveal the winner. Adding our beagle, Hank, to the family (though, to be fair, our other dog, Harper, may not have seen this as such a good thing…).

    Looking back on four years ago, at the beginning of the unknown, I can still feel an almost visceral degree of dread. There was such a high degree of the uncertainty. Four years later, like an audience member watching a historical docudrama unfold on the History Channel, we know how it ends. But four years ago, we had no idea. No idea when a vaccine would be available. No idea if we would ever have face-to-face interactions again. No idea if we would ever get to stop using Clorox wipes on all of our groceries. The tingling feeling I get in the tips of my fingers brings that fear of the unknown back quick and sharp.

    To a degree I guess I don’t know what I’m trying to say, other than the fact that I’m grateful. I think back on those early days, and I’m grateful that we in this house made it through, grateful that, push comes to shove, I know we can survive it again if we have to.

    (But let’s try to avoid another pandemic, okay?)

  • THE LAST LINE GoodReads Giveaway!

    February 20th, 2024

    I’m very excited to announce Crooked Lane Books is running a GoodReads Giveaway for THE LAST LINE.

    The Giveaway runs until February 25, and it will be for 5 physical copies, US only.

    The winners will get an ARC (advance reader copy) mailed directly to them once the contest ends.

    So enter now at this link and you may get your hands on a physical copy of the book!

  • THE LAST LINE is on NetGalley

    February 4th, 2024

    How would you like to read my book before July? I’m excited to announce the THE LAST LINE is now available on NetGalley!

    What is NetGalley? So glad you asked.

    NetGalley is online service where, if you are a member, you can select a certain number of titles per month to read…and review!Publishers make digital review copies and audiobooks available for the NetGalley community to read and review.

    So, if you want to help me spread the word about my forthcoming book THE LAST LINE and you are a member of NetGalley, please consider giving my book a read and review!

    Here’s the link: https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/313305

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