Human behavior, with all its twists and turns, fascinates me. What motivates our choices? Why do people do what they do? How do they wind up in the situation they’re in? And most of all, how do they rationalize it all? That may explain my degree in sociology, my writing, and becoming a cop.
In the same way, I have to know what motivates my characters and how they justify their choices. It has to make sense, at least to them. I was a reader long before being a writer, and we’re a perspicacious bunch.
Writing teaches you a lot, and not just about writing itself. Writing novels is an amazing experience. To quote myself (ahem!) from my blog, I don’t care: If you want to discover your vulnerabilities, any qualms hidden in the dark recesses of your psyche, write a book. It’s like bathing in lemon juice: the most minute cut, invisible to the naked eye, will be instantly revealed with a wasp-worthy sting.
But blogging is my laboratory. I experiment, test, and mix it up. Sometimes things explode. That’s ok.
I run, meditate and practice yoga, though none as much as I should. I have an unavowed interest in astrology; it’s my Scorpio rising. I over analyze—ironically this is great for a writer and a detective. I definitely watched too much TV growing up. I like mixing drinks, but not drinking them and making desserts. In between? No worries, we’ll order pizza.