The Mystery Writer

Let's face it. When I look back over my life, I was destined to become a mystery writer. Shall I count the ways?

• I prefer rain to sunshine.

• I seek out gargoyles and other mysterious sights wherever I travel, and have done so as far back into my childhood as I can remember.

• I played "The Bad Angel" in the play The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus.

• I have my own custom fitted vampire fangs, which I acquired 12 years ago at Gargoyle Statuary in Seattle (a city I adored when I lived there, in part because of its near-constant cloud cover).

• I prefer ruined castles to lavish ones, and preferably in winter when there's snow on the ground and hardly any people around.

• I've never been "cute." I've been called sultry and sexy and even goth on rare occasions, but not cute. I can rock black or red attire, but look absurd in pink or pastels of any kind.

• My photography is dark and mysterious instead of light and cheery. When I started a photography blog it was the natural thing to call it Gargoyle Girl.

• I was obsessed with Scooby Doo as a child. Obsessed.

• Shortly after that Scooby Doo obsession, I formed my own detective agency, which I named Snoopy Detectives. 

• It's been two years since I moved from an apartment into a house, which gave me my own study for the first time. Even so, the room is already bursting at the seams with mystery novels.

It's too late to fight it, so I'm going with it. So far it's been a fun ride.

 —Gigi