The Birth of a Blog

So, tell me. Did you keep a diary when you were a kid? I did. One of those pink fake leather things with the lock and key in which I dutifully recorded my lust for John Lennon, names of girls in school I wanted to kill, what my sister Kelly had done to piss me off that day, and how I was going to get rid of Cynthia Lennon once I got to England. I stopped the diary somewhere around 10th grade and have never felt the urge to journal since. (Egads. "journal" as a verb? Call William Safire, quick). So it is with great trepidation that I am joining the blog world. I am very comfortable delving into the psychological depths of the fake people in our P.J. Parrish books. But ask me to open one of my own veins in public and I gotta wonder: Who wants to read this junk? So...here is a promise. This won't be self-indulgent twaddle. It will be a writer's log (stardate 6-22-05) and in it I (and my co-author sister Kelly) will give you a look behind the green curtain at how we do what we do. We are JUST getting ready to start the next Louis Kincaid book, and we will take you through the process. It might be painful and not always pretty. But I promise it will be an honest diary. At least as much as the pink fake leather one was.