Author Archives: Janice Hamrick

Messy is the New Creative

I was thrilled to read a new study showing a causal link between working at a messy desk and being creative, because I can use it to rationalize what I’ve always considered to be a major personal failing. I’m not a slob – I’m a writer! Okay, I might be both. On a scale of one to ten, where one is a pigsty and ten is Buckingham Palace, let’s just say my office is an “oink.” T his is not a cleanliness disorder. My kitchen Continue reading →

Do You Judge a Book by Its Cover?

How much does the cover of a book influence your decision, if not to buy, then at least to pick it up and take a look? Although we’d like to think otherwise, covers strongly influence our choice of reading.  Sure, if you’re looking for something specific because you’ve heard it’s great, you probably won’t let your opinion of its cover dissuade you.  But how about when you’re browsing the mystery and thriller section of your local bookstore, looking for that next new read? Like a Continue reading →

The Inexplicable Thought Processes of a Mystery Writer

It dawned on me recently that mystery writers do not think the same way that normal …um, I mean other … people think. It’s the little things: scanning the local crime reports and feeling a little disappointed that nothing eventful occurred during the night, watching the Pepsi delivery man at the grocery store to see if he’s really just delivering Pepsi, or wondering if the guy who runs the local gym is actually an evil ex-Ninja with sadistic tendencies plotting to take over the world. Continue reading →

3 Reasons We Love Crime Fiction Even Though We Hate Crime

Even when the headlines are not full of tragedy, it’s not always easy being a crime writer. I worry about the moral implications of contemplating violent death. I sat at my keyboard with tears running down my face while writing about the death of a favorite character in DEATH MAKES THE CUT. Worse than that, my coworkers laugh nervously when they see me carrying scissors, and waiters give me odd looks when they overhear my friends ask who I’m going to kill next. In real Continue reading →