Wednesday, June 23, 2010
You Better Knot Die
Finally a moment to myself. My name is Molly Pink and I’ve been locked up with my author for what seems like forever, but was more like two weeks while we went over the copy edit of You Better Knot Die. If she asked me one more time if I was really sure I wanted to say something, I was going to scream.
At last I can kick back and spend some time crocheting. I know I admitted to being a yarnaholic, but that might have been a little extreme. Everyone in my crochet group, the Tarzana Hookers, has a little too much yarn. Too much means you’re keeping it in the Joann’s bags because you’ve run out a shelf space and unless you get some more plastic bins there’s no place else to keep it.
Here’s the problem. It takes much longer to make something out of the yarn than it does to buy it.
BTW the reason my author keeps writing about me is that I keep getting involved with dead bodies. Maybe involved is the wrong way to put it. It’s more like I end up investigating how they got that way.
I don’t know how my late husband Charlie would feel about my sleuthing activities, but if he could see me now, he’d be happy to see that I started a whole new chapter in my life when I got the job as community relations/event coordinator at Shedd & Royal Books and More in Tarzana, California. He’d approve of the bunch of new friends I’ve made since I joined the crochet group that meets at the bookstore. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t be that happy about the men in my life. Barry Greenberg is a homicide detective who thinks we should get married. And Mason Fields is a high profile attorney - think keeping naughty celebrities out of jail - who just wants to have fun.
My author keeps telling people that there are dead bodies in my adventures, but everybody has a good time.