THE MYSTERIOUS EAST MYSTERY PANEL DISCUSSION
What makes me volunteer for book signings when (due to the loss of mobility in my left side) I can no longer sign my own name? What makes me volunteer to moderate a panel when there are those who claim I don't know the meaning of moderation in my daily life? What makes me get up in front of a crowd of people and talk when my young and beautiful days are long gone and I have a voice like a high-pitched amphibian?
I don't know.
I like people in general and people who read in particular, so maybe I'm always looking for that spark, that connection, that bonds a writer to a reader through the beauty of the word. Okay, so lots of my words have to do with crime, but that doesn't mean they can't be precise and well-chosen all the same, and carry the beauty of language with them.
And I love to see that spark in the eyes of strangers over cookies and coffee in a library community room.
So I hope this goes well. See you there!
THREE BEAUTIFUL THINGS
The beautiful Danish modern chair in my living room. A piece of sculpture, a thing of comfort, a joy forever.
My Dear Husband's scar from his hip surgery – a thin red line that meanders gently over his smooth landscape like an Auto Club vacation map. I know there's a titanium socket thingy under it, but he says it feels just like the old hip, only without the pain.
Bookworm! My latest addiction…