Authors Electric

  Warning: a true tale, in its own way, of my appalling biker past. She was waiting for me, God knew where. Her name, I believed, was Elvira. I'd barely glimpsed her in Seattle when she split with a biker the size of The Rock and flipped me the bird on the way. I felt a story coming, but not one I could write as a writer whose only bike had been a Schwinn. But then one night, at 3:00 a.m., I awoke from a dream of Elvira with what I thought was a rocking idea: what if Elvira waited in not one town but two? You could blame Lee Child for the idea about two rival towns. After all, he'd written Nothing to Lose , a tale about two rival Colorado towns with just twelve miles between them. But I blame myself for the goddess perched upon that Harley, daring me to find her and teasing me with the riddle of her role in the two sites, She'd have nothing to do with a loser who considered ripping off Lee Child, his setting and cool plotline. Hell, everyone rips off Lee Child--who ripped o...

Life was a ride on the wild side when I was just a Hell's Angel. But the morning I found myself as Wyatt Earp approaching the OK Corral....life grew confusing and scary. While we gear up for the thirty-second gunfight, let me check on my Harley and try to explain. It all began, you see, with a WIP that I thought would be a cakewalk. Easy-peasy. For the fifth entry in my Seattle BOP mystery series, I wanted something simple after mountains of research that I'd had to climb for the fourth novel. Bingo: I'd send the two lead characters, Chief and Ammy off on a two week vacation. And on the way, to make this a mystery, they'd solve a simple pro bono. I couldn't stop thinking that a two-week motorcycle vacation would be perfect for the couple--though neither they nor I had ever set butt on a chopper. That didn't daunt me any more than my never having been to Arizona, where I thought to send them to deliver a pair of bikes while exploring the Southwest. Day by day, my...