‘They never caught Jack the Ripper, and now time and history have spirited his identity away.’ So says Ed Buchan, the Ripperologist from Whitechapel, ITV’s somewhat hit and miss gothic detective drama from a few years back (although when it hit, as it did in seasons 1 and 3, it was well worth a watch).... Continue Reading →

No one writes in a vacuum, and I am eternally thankful for my beta readers who get to suffer through the insurmountable piles of garbage that I call first drafts, correcting grammar, typos, enormous plotholes, and gaping in disbelief as I completely misrepresent their mountaineering experiences in a handful of throwaway lines. These guys rock,... Continue Reading →

I write because I literally cannot not write. The characters in my head will not be silenced until I tell their stories. Their stories change (this is called redrafting), they have new stories, sometimes their stories contradict into a huge mess that I have to sort out, and then I give myself deadlines to tell... Continue Reading →

It's a scary world out there. Anyone could be living through a crime thriller and not know it. Fortunately, I've pulled together this list of signs that you may, in fact, be the protagonist in somebody's gritty urban crime novel. If several or more of these apply, either see your doctor, or get yourself suspended... Continue Reading →

Change of plan, I’m going to do the blog posts more frequently than once a month.   I could get so much hate for this one...   This is a site and blog about crime fiction, so I’m assuming that if you’re British you’ll remember Broadchurch, Chris Chibnall’s Scandi-noir style thriller, only set in a... Continue Reading →