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.

Speaking as a person who used to have a job? Every so often I'd get a call from a student doing a survey or someone looking for a job or something, and it's always fun to take 5 minutes to help someone AND be the "expert." Much more than five minutes, and it becomes a hassle, but my job was never public information.

Heck, I used to phone people up to make sure the ten line descriptions I was writing for my text based adventure game were accurate and no one ever gave me any flack. "Hello, I need to talk to someone about trees."

I expect somebody looked you up, though.

Nope. No way in hell. I rang them up, she answered the phone, I said I'm a writer doing a book yada etc, no other details, didn't even give my surname. She said, "Oh, you'll want Homicide. Please hold, I'll connect you to Lieuternant McCarthy. He'll be able to give you what you need."

End of conversation. On to Lt. McCarthy.

Oh, and by the way, not to sound crass, but I'm a slightly cynical realist, and I think that if you tell them you're in a chair, they'll fall over themselves being helpful.

I'm never sure whether to play that or not, Deb. You'd think I'd have radar for it by now, but not really. There have been times when it paid big and times when it was a big liability. But I'll give it a bit and get more specific if I don't get an answer soon.

erika, that's the basic litmus, I think. If they aren't giving you the info at a point where you've got nothing to lose by playing it, then why not?

Taking a moment to be chuffed. Two cool writery things, ok, wait, three:

1. I let my editor know about the Booklist review that Nic found purely by accident, and she was pleased as hell about it. Library sales!

2. When we were down in LA for the Mystery Bookstore signing, we had dinner (post-food poisoning, so it was basically me taking tiny bits of blue corn enchiladas) with Karen Taylor. She told me about being fed up with HWA (Horror Writers of America, which I've never joined due to the overweening sense of "Boyz ROOL! Gurls SUK! KEEP OUT!" I got from it), and about Persephone, the women horror writers' association she and a few other women were founding. This morning, she and Laura Anne Gilman announced it officially. I'm so joining this one, and it also solidifies me being in NYC the weekend of 7 April, since it's World Horror Convention in NYC that weekend, and Persephone will be premiering. Woot!

3. I just got fan mail for "Famous Flower" from Danny Carnahan! Superb musician, turns out to be on the board of the Freight and Salvage (where damned near all the great traditional musicians play), and has just offered to put me on the permanent guest list. WOOT!