I live with my dog in Mill Valley, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. I mention my location because I feel extremely fortunate to awaken each day in Northern California and I mention my dog because, well, she’s my dog. She gets me out into the world twice daily, regardless of the fog, the strange new summer heat, even the rain. We hike on Mount Tamalpais and run on the beach. There’s a wonderful walk under the Bridge, although it can be crowded with bicyclists in the summer.

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These are the kinds of details that make up someone’s life. In this case, my life, and that of the protagonist of my mystery series, which I’ve begun with Inside the Echo. Rebecca Tremaine and I share many commonalities, such as living in Mill Valley, alone with our dogs. In Rebecca’s case, the dog is large and protective and has been known to thwart a crime or two. Both my character and I grew up in Florida, although she headed to the West Coast for college, while I studied psychology at Tulane University in New Orleans, and Spanish art and poetry in Madrid. After college I lived in Paris for six months, where I wrote my first novel.  The three handwritten notebooks, along with my backpack, disappeared on a Greyhound bus en route from New York City to Austin, Texas.