Who are the Stiletto Gang?
The Stiletto Gang is a group blog full of traditional and indie published romance and mystery authors talking about writing, life, and how hard it is to find a new way to kill someone. Each day of the week features a new author. We keep our monthly blogging schedule posted in the sidebar. and we invite you to follow us on Facebook and/or sign up for daily blog alerts.
Back from Epicon
/in Uncategorized/by Stiletto GangYep, I went to another convention–this time Epicon–the convention for electronically published authors. All cons are fun–unless you’re someone who doesn’t like to have a good time, and thank goodness, I’m not one of those. This time we flew to Portland OR. Straight foreword to get there: Bakersfield to San Francisco to Portland. We had […]
Taking Comfort (Food) Where I Can Get It
/in Uncategorized/by Stiletto GangFinishing a book is like the 25th mile of a marathon…except I’m not looking for water to get me through that last chapter. I’m looking for rice pudding with raisins. I don’t think I realized just how fattening writing a book could be. Personally I think I ought to get caloric credit for all the […]
Too Much of a Good Thing … is Filling My House
/in Uncategorized/by Stiletto GangI’m Amy Alessio, a YA librarian and an author. I was delighted to meet half of the fabulous Evelyn David team at the Love is Murder conference. I told her to hurry up with the next book, and she suggested I help with a guest blog spot. I have my own blog on Vintage Cookbooks […]
Well Caramelized
/in Uncategorized/by Stiletto GangCan we talk hair this week? For years I did my own. Color. Trimming. I did it, myself. Of course I mostly wore my reddish brown hair in one long braid down my back so any mistakes were easily hidden. Just before Murder Off the Books was published I decided I needed to do something […]
What I’ve Learned from Watching TV
/in Uncategorized/by Stiletto GangThe best thing about reading all of my co-bloggers’ entries is that I learn something new about them every week. Last week, it was that Marian (like me) can’t write sex scenes. And the week before that, it was that Rhonda loves television, seemingly, as much as I do. I almost wept with joy. Because […]