by Rebecca Cantrell I’ve been strangely silent since I moved to Berlin. Strange for me, anyway. . Maybe it’s the stresses of packing a house that we lived in for a decade, winnowing it down to a storage room and a couple of suitcases, and hopping on
READ MORE →Conferences About Books! by Rebecca Cantrell I love reading. I grew up in a family of readers, but once I entered school I discovered that most of my classmates did not yearn to sneak away and read during recess. They wanted to play soccer or Frisbee or
READ MORE →My favorite superhero? The Tick. Hands down. For those of you who aren’t familiar with him, The Tick was a cartoon that ran on Saturday mornings on Fox in the 90s. Even though I was a grownup by then (I owned my own car, house, and cat),
READ MORE →What fictional attorney would you hire to represent you if you ever get caught? I’d go straight for Perry Mason. He’s never lost a case, and I like that track record. He’s definitely gotten defendants out of tighter pinches than the one I’d be in. It’ll be
READ MORE →Do I control my characters or do they control me? By Rebecca Cantrell I control most of my characters as much as I control my housecat. The cat and the characters usually come when I call. I can pick them up and move them around, but they
READ MORE →Both. There. Done. My shortest blog post ever. More details? It won’t be pretty. Don’t tell my editor, but I write the first 50 pages blind. I have no idea who the characters are or what they will do. Because I write historical fiction, I know when
READ MORE →I am currently blogging over at 7criminalminds.blogspot.com with 6 other crime writers. I’ll be cross posting the blog entries here too. My current favorite criminal mind is a guilty pleasure. I first met him a few years ago in a place I don’t usually hang out: TV.
READ MORE →I turned and marched back down the hall, willing myself not to glance at the photograph. If I did not look, perhaps it would not be true. “Fraulein Vogel,” called Kommissar Lang. I heard him sprinting after me. Something was amiss. Would he demand to see my
READ MORE →“You have such insight into the male mind,” Kommissar Lang said. “You and your husband must be very close.” “She’s never been married,” Fritz said. The corners of his mouth twitched with a suppressed smile. “Might you autograph an article for me?” Kommissar Lang clasped his hands
READ MORE →“I am a crime reporter,” I answered, looking up. “Under the name of Peter Weill.” “The Peter Weill?” His tone shifted. He was a fan. “For the past several years,” I said. “I have worked closely with the police all that time.” I pulled my press pass
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