Some pregnant women crave pickles and others crave ice cream, but when I was carrying my third child, I developed an addiction to thrillers. I couldn’t get enough of them, the scarier, the better.
That child is now two, and while I still love a good mystery, I don’t crave tales of murder and mayhem the way that I did when I was expecting. Not surprisingly, some of my own writing has taken a creepy turn. I am working on a cozy murder mystery set on Canada’s scenic Vancouver Island.