While deeply involved in the writing process, much of my time is spent leaning back, arms crossed, staring intensely at the computer screen working things out in my mind. One night, I sat at the kitchen table beside Ray’s desk to write. Apparently, he’s never actually seen me working and was rather unnerved by the passionate expression I had.

He said, "It looks like you're plotting someone's murder.”

And I replied, "I am."