Killing Time

Sometimes my attention wanders, like a puppy off a leash. Usually it’s anytime I have to sit and wait—before a doctor’s appointment, getting ready to board a plane, anticipating my order for a tall hot Earl Grey at a coffee shop. (I just realized that my usual drink order sounds like the hero of a… Read More

Crinolines and Carpetbags

by Deanna Raybourn One of the joys of writing historical fiction is the chance to read as much as you like on a pet subject—so much that you could easily bore your friends senseless on the topic. (Inviting writers to dinner parties is a risky proposition.) Over the years, I have acquired a set of… Read More