What a joy when this kind of post lands in the inbox! Our beloved Ken Bruen sent this to Louise Ure and she offered to have it run today. What a gift.
Have a blessed week,
End of year approaching
Wondrous wind of change in America.
That elusive near dead concept, HOPE, has re-surfaced.
One of the highlights of 2008 was being part of Murderati.
It is quite unique to have such a disparate crew of writers in nigh perfect synch on one site and the outstanding aspect is the huge affection they have for each other.
You only had to see the crew in Baltimore to see how like family they are.
And between them, they cover just about every aspect of mystery.
The lack of rancour, vindictiveness, envy is magical.
I will always be delighted that I was a part of such an unique and warm team.
How rare it is to make deep friends with people you’ve mostly never met!
And a sad and wrenching year with the terrific people we’ve loved and lost.
Still love and deeply grieve.
They are carved in our hearts, imprinted on our psyche and live in our collective affection.
To have known nigh most of them, being close friends and sparring buddies, is the grace I was given gratis.
I cherish that.
The year saw awards go to so many deserving emerging writers.
Of course, during any year, feuds develop, arguments flare, words are spoken in rushed anger but as Baltimore demonstrated, they are but part of the whole tapestry that is the mystery community.
I truly believe there is no other family quite like it.
I had a brew with a writer who has often professed to hate me guts, we had a beer, talked of books, deals, agents and if there was any lingering enmity, it dissipated on the B’con air.
As it should.
Already, I have received galleys of new books that have fired me imagination.
From tried and trusted names to new and stunning debuts.
The economy sucks
The dire warnings of gloom proceed apace
Nothing really new there.
That’s the real hope.
My heart aches for those we’ve lost, I deeply regret losing touch with many I care about, but that is, if not exactly, the business of living, it certainly is the way life continually sideswipes you.
As sure as hurleys are made of ash, as sure as new controversies will arise, I know one thing for sure. Mystery is the beautiful game and in all its manifestations, I’m grace-d to be a player.