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Wendy Lyn Watson
I first dreamed of making my living as a writer when I was
10. I made a few tentative, and disastrous, efforts over the
years. First, about 80 rhyming couplets, the beginning of an
epic fantasy poem . . . suffice it to say the "bad guy" was
called "The Craven." And it rhymed. Then I made another
attempt at a fantasy novel about a bunch of orphans who are
humanity's last hope. There were dragons. It was all
completely atrocious, and I moved on.
And on and on, piling up degrees like plastic grocery bags:
I know I'll use them someday, so I better hold on to them!
Seriously, my parents despaired of me ever leaving school
and getting a real job, one that was more than a break
between universities. But now my schooling is done. In fact,
now I do the schooling. I earn my keep by teaching college
kids about American government and constitutional law. Whee!
Of course, I've also revived my dream of writing. Mercifully
for you all, I have given up on epic fantasy in favor of
mysteries. Light, funny mysteries (because what could be
funnier than murder?) with a decidedly snarky edge.
While I don't commit—or solve—murders in my real
life, my passion for ice cream is 100% true. I also love 80s
music, Asian horror films, and reality TV. I currently live
in Texas—in a town that bears a suspicious resemblance
to Dalliance—with my wonderful spouse and four cats:
Iphigenia Watson, Electra Watson, Todd Baryshnikov (he's
adopted), and Squeak-a-Doodle Baryshnikov (Todd's son).
Books:
A Parfait Murder, June 2011
Scoop to Kill, September 2010
I Scream, You Scream, October 2009
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