You call yourself a writer – why don’t you blog regularly?

Actually, I call myself a storyteller, not a writer. Being a writer sounds serious and hard. Telling stories is much more fun. It’s just that sometimes I put stories down on paper. I just finished doing that again about Regan McHenry, her husband Tom Kiley, and their friend police ombudsman, Dave Everett. The third book in the series, “Buying Murder” is about to launch.

And I’m still in transition – mostly a storyteller – but still a licensed real estate agent. I’ve had people contact me after reading the first two books to ask how much exaggeration goes into some of the real estate stories that form the backdrop for the books. The answer is: not much. Being a real estate agent puts people in strange situations. Realtors do find bodies, some dead and some just naked. They do get robbed, beat up, attacked by the family pet, and occasionally killed on the job. They do have to become referees. They do fall into abandoned septic tanks. Not all Realtors learn to read people the way Regan does, though.

Maybe Dave should write a blog. In “Buying Murder,” he started making comments and telling me things I didn’t know. For example: did you know he speaks a little German? I surely didn’t know that. But I was typing away listening to Regan and Dave talk and writing down what they were saying, when he announced he spoke a little German. That registered with my fingers before it did with my head. I had to re-read what I just typed before I realized what he told me. He might have fun writing a blog.

If you have any questions or comments after you read the books, I’d love to hear from you. I'd rather talk to people than blog.