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To the good folk of Bowman's Ridge, having a writer in their midst is rather

like having a toothless, declawed cat in the chicken coop. The beastie may look

harmless, logic may insist that in its present state sans fang and talon it is

by fiat harmless, but the biddies still huddle together, clucking nervously,

because... You never know.



I know what they are afraid of. It's the same fear that's always plagued small

towns condemned to harbor the Pen Pushers from Planet Verbiage. It's the

ultimate terror, which I first saw voiced by a secondary character in one of the

Anne of Green Gables books when the heroine began to garner some small success

as an author: What ii she puts us in one o/her stories? Not a direct quote, but

it'll do.
Forget what you think you know about fame. Not everyone wants his or her

allotted fifteen minutes' worth. The people of Bowman's Ridge want it even less

than the people of Avonlea, orPeyton Place, or any other small town that had

the poor judgment to allow writers to burrow into the wainscotting and nest for

the winter. They are simple, honest, hardworking folk, who will take a simple,

honest tire iron to your head if you so much as hint that you're going to make

the outside world aware of their existence. (I think that the surplus of

deferred fame-bites gets funneled into an offshore account where Donald Trump's

ego, Michael Jackson's manhood, and Madonna's uterus spend much too much time

making withdrawals. I could be wrong.)



It doesn't do me a lick of good to explain to my friends and neighbors that

their fears are for naught. I write romances. Historical romances. Books with