They're here! LLAMAS IN DRAMAS and PIGS IN WIGS (Below the Llamas). They're on AMAZON and other online booksellers, as well as in selected bricks and mortar stores. Boy, did I have fun doing these. More to follow!
I went to Thrillerfest a few weeks ago in NYC and was privileged to take a fantastic class from Gayle Lynds, hear Daniel Silva lecture about writing thrillers, and get some personal help from Joseph Finder refining my pitch about the mystery I'm writing ('ll share that later)
Here's the list
John Le Carre THE SPY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD
Robert Ludlum, THE BOURNE IDENTITY
Frederick Forsyth, THE DAY OF THE JACKAL
Ian Fleming THE SPY WHO LOVED ME
Graham Green THE QUIET AMERICAN
Len Deighton THE IPCRESS FILE
Ken Follett THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE
Gayle Lynds MASQUERADE
Joseph Finder THE MOSCOW CLUB
Helen MacInnes ABOVE SUSPICION
John Buchan THE 39 STEPS
Norman Mailer HARLOT'S GHOST
Daniel Silva THE UNLIKELY SPY
Erskine Childers THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS
Colin MacKinnon MORNING SPY, EVENING SPY
How long had it been since I'd read these? Years. So I ordered Kindles and used hard copies of all of them, and Smudge, Jaws, and I are all reading. They're fantastic. So I encourage you to go back, find the books you read years ago, and read them again.
So yesterday I'm on a long conference call with my agent about the two new coloring books coming out this fall. I'm sitting at my desk when my two cats rampage by, chasing two small mice, right over my bare feet. I stifle a scream and jump up on the bed - I'm still on the conference call. They careen around the room -- and finally, success! The knockout punch. Rather, the knockout crunch. I'm still on the phone, standing on the bed. I wonder how many calls I've had with people when on their end something similar is going on?
How did they get into the apartment? Where did they come from? Is there a whole family here? I spend the night stuffing steel wool into the little opening around the steam pipes, hoping that's their door. But I can't sleep, thinking that if I closed their door, the family of mice that might be here are trapped inside. Stay tuned.
Every spring, I look outside my Brooklyn window, and see a brief explosion of white blossoms. For a few days, I am surrounded by a magical curtain that turns lime green as leaves replace petals. "It wasn't really so/but it seemed to me/ Popcorn Popping On The Apricot Tree"
I looked out the window and what did I see? Popcorn popping on the apricot tree. Spring has brought me such a nice surprise: Blossoms popping right before my eyes. I can take an armful and make a treat, A popcorn ball that would smell so sweet. It wasn't really so, But it seemed to me Popcorn popping on the apricot tree. . .