Whenever I get away from the book, it reminds me to come home. I am currently sitting in the Orient Café, a tourist spot on the eaves of the central train station in Budapest. I love train stations, especially the gorgeous old ones littered around Europe. With the checkered tiles, welded green metal, and fogged... Continue Reading →

I have been completely insufferable for the last 24 hours because my work in progress “Murder at the Hotel Orient” just won the Blue Pencil Agency Pitch Prize! I have been referring to myself as “An award winning author” all day, in all kinds of contexts where it absolutely isn’t called for: “You should order... Continue Reading →