I often think about my great grandmother, my bisabuela. Her name was Belén. It means Bethlehem. We called her Rafa - it was a thing on my mom's side of the family, nobody went by their real name except my mother. And yeah, if you're asking 'What about you, Angel?' Little secret? The right way … Continue reading Blancito

I've been giving thought to an ugly little truth of this industry, but it's taken me a while to really pull the words together since this is a nuanced little bastard. Let's start outside of the writing industry and use an example from real life. We're walking in line, complete strangers, to the same destination. … Continue reading Ticks and Leeches

Oof, we starting with the bar low so there's no place else to go but up. Anyway, how are we all doing? Are we adjusting to the ancient curse of living in perpetually interesting times? Excellent. Beyond the obvious, well, everything we're going through, I've been trying very hard to think about what it is … Continue reading Twenty Twenty Fun

When I started to find my footing with crime fiction, I gravitated to the style that inspired me. The hard-boiled pulp stories that I fell in love with as a kid, the exaggerated bullshit I heard from phonies and legit hard asses growing up, and random nonsense I caught from the world around me. Low … Continue reading With Pulp

Ok then. It's some how, some way De-fucking-cember. Fuuuuuck. 9 months in exile for a lot of us. We've been separated from friends and family. Maybe we've done the socially distant thing; maybe we haven't. It's sucked on a lot of levels and I honestly do miss seeing people I love. So when this all … Continue reading Control