Posted by Jeff Markowitz on Monday, February 14, 2011,
Sy looked up from his linguini and white clam sauce and asked, "So
ladies, vhat do you t'ink?" His aging fingers fumbled at his jacket
pocket, revealing a bottle of little blue pills. Avoiding his lecherous gaze, the twins giggled and continued eating their lobsters. "But don'tchou never t'ink you vould vant to try somet'ing just a little different?"
The twins hid behind their lobster tails, giggling with restraint.
Helen, the older of the two, dressed in a conservative ... Continue reading ...
Posted by Jeff Markowitz on Sunday, February 6, 2011,
Some people tell me it's crazy to travel to Chicago the first week-end
in February, that the city is too damn cold this time of year. But I
can't imagine anyplace warmer and more hospitable. I first started
coming to Love is Murder in 2005. I was a brand-new author then,
knowing little about the craft, and even less about the business of
writing. I came because a friend told me If you want to be a writer, you have to start going to the places that the real writers go.
And I've been... Continue reading ...