So I got the copies of my book Time to Say Goodbye yesterday. They came in these gigantic white bags marked "Swiss Post." My daughter dragged the bags upstairs and asked me if they contained dead bodies or what? (They weren't that heavy--just big.) Then we opened the bags and inside were big envelopes stuffed with books. Thanks to Marc, I got 20 copies which will be gone just like that, I'm sure. I'm going to send some to my brother tomorrow and he's going to give some to the people who made his movie happen.

The struggle--the challenge--is to keep writing the mysteries. When I read other mystery writers (Just finished a book by Harlan Coben--good piece of work, great writing and what a great villain. I don't know if I could write such a convincing and thoroughly evil --and yet still human-- character!) and notice how much research they've been able to do. So I've got to create a different sort of situation in my life where I'm not scrambling all the time for a buck and have the time to do more research. Oh, Number Two, Make it so.