My God, that is monumentally easier than reading FBI crime stats, since I barely made it through statistics...Thank you so much, Deena. I can be so old-school sometimes. But still cynical enough that I wondered what they did to the statistics to make it look like they closed so many more murders in 2000. Political pressure? Nah, surely not. :)(I'm telling ya, separated at birth, or more like by birth...) But sometimes one needs some facts too, to go with the whole "Everybody lies," thing. Whoa, didn't consider how wide precincts are or the possible jurisdictional problems of having cities grow up bordering each other...somehow must address and keep my cast manageable...this novel thing is hard. Now I now longer have to wonder why we don't have a Lehane or Pelecanos already. This town is a fucking mess, is why. All sprawly and complicated. Stupid city. Stupid literary boyfriends giving me delusions. How creepy is this? I don't remember seeing murders for 2003 before, but I know I was only a few bodies off. I guessed and wrote 250, just to not have a space.There were 247.

erika, the SFPD CR people never asked for my stats or credits or anything; I simply said, I'm a writer working on a book about etc and I don't want to fill it with factually wrong crapola. And she immediately put me on to Lt. Jerry.

I expect somebody looked you up, though. But because Deena's google was better than mine, I should be able to find the right people to ask. I should never google when doubting myself, it taints everything. I get uptight and tunnel-visioned...stop asking the right questions. And my publications are nothing to be embarrassed about, if they do look me up. I really have to ditch the high-school-student-doing-research vibe, don't I?(Not that she doesn't deserve help, but I'm not that girl anymore...I've got to act like I believe.)

erika, I've found that most people like to be helpful, and that they loved being asked about their job and/or geeky area of expertise. Which is not to say that I never chicken out over this stuff, nor that I've gotten over my shyness on the Regency-specific yahoo group I just joined where many of the authors I've been reading since high school hang out. Somehow I can treat authors I met after starting to write seriously myself as people intrinsically like me who just got there a little or a lot ahead of me, but with people I've been reading for 10-20 years it's like I'm meeting Michelle Kwan or Sean Bean.

And I'm saving my baseball book until after I've made a sale, because I figure the Mariners will take my inquiries more seriously if I can prove I'm a reallyo trulyo author. But I'm only reticent with them because of the celebrity factor, since one of the things I want to do is meet some players and interview them about various aspects of baseball life. I figure a publication credit or two will make me look less like a fangirl stalker. Which wouldn't be a worry when I'm researching fields that aren't regularly swarmed by stalkery fannish types.

Really, erika, most people are happy to help no matter who you are, like Susan and Deb said. When I was ghostwriting one of the Animorphs books, I had to call abbatoirs to see how they were set up (because I was supposed to have the kids/cows escape from one) and I just said, Hey, I'm writing this novel, and I wanted to know what it's like inside a slaughterhouse. No one batted an eye, or asked me if I was a "real" author or anything else.

What the smart writer chicks said, Erika. Remember, what you are essentially saying by your questions is: I think what you do is interesting and worthwhile and I want to know more about it" and everyone welcomes that kind of attention.

Yeah, I guess that's true. Hell, I do too, as long as it's not "Let's Encounter A Disabled Person At The Mall and Discuss It" and even that I do. It's the liking that's missing. Unless Divorced Dad's really foamy...no, I'm kidding. Just sent lengthy e-mail to the po-lice. If they'll meet with me, I'll bring donuts. And Timmy or not, sometimes donuts are just donuts.

I'm glad I was able to help. That always adds a bit of pep to my day. I'm such a weirdo.

Hello? Did you miss the part where I tried to read the FBI Violent Crimes Statistics? I'm not allowed to call people "weirdo" anymore. Except Bush intimates. Seriously, thank you. I don't know how I missed that stuff except I was looking so hard I didn't see anymore. Kind of like a high-tech, civilian Nightmare.

I expect somebody looked you up, though

Speaking as a reporter? No. As many others have said, most people like being asked about whatever they're experts on. PIOs and public relations workers in general exist to answer questions. They might get suspicious if you were asking what color underwear they were wearing or for the password to the office safe, but everything short of that is fair game.