Gayle Lindley’s vindication

To anyone who’s read my novel The PURE and to those agents and contest judges who scoffed at the MC, Gayle Lindley’s life as a new hire in a big public accounting firm–watch this!  Warning:  there is some strong language.

I don’t even know where to begin.  I think I’ve lived every friggin word of the transcript for this (though the McDonald’s diet coke was a new one).

Me and Spoilers, Spoilers and I

Okay, I’ll admit it.  I read the ends of books often before I read their beginnings.  (Yes, even Mockingjay.  Hangs head in shame.)  I also flip to the middle of romances to find the sexy scenes to “preview” them.  I read Survivor spoilers.  I read the Big Brother threads at Survivor Sucks so I already know who won HOH and the power of veto days before CBS airs the competitions.  I usually know who gets kicked off So You Think You Can Dance about three hours before it runs in my time zone.  Ditto with The Biggest Loser.

My name is Claire and I have impulse control issues.

This lack of control, however, bodes well for me as a writer.  I’ll explain.  I love a good mystery.  I love secrets.  I loved that I figured out Bruce Willis was one of the dead people.  I loved that I was almost as clueless in Memento as the protagonist.  I love knowing stuff the rest of the general population doesn’t.  I love figuring out puzzles before anyone else.  If I invent the puzzle, I achieve that by default, but it must be a thought-provoking puzzle.

I’ve yet to settle on a single genre in which to write but I suspect it will always encompass elements of mystery and deception.  The challenge is to be better at it than my readers without cheating.  If I do that, I will have succeeded.