After the Fire
“I was living in Seattle and still selling life insurance but also starting to write mysteries. The first novel I wrote, in 1982, never sold to anyone. The second one was accepted by the first agent and sold to the second editor who saw it. I wrote every morning from four to seven, at which time I would awaken the children and send them off to school. Then I would get myself ready to go to work. I was involved in several civic organizations in Seattle, including the Denny Regrade Business Association, where I served on the committee that planted street trees in the Regrade area in the early 1980s.
One of those civic organizations met in the early morning for breakfast. Going to a meeting one fall day, I walked downhill in fog so thick that I could barely see half a block in front of me. Being from the Arizona desert, I was totally unfamiliar with this phenomenon. Somehow I had always imagined that fog and rain went together. That particular morning, however, I came out of the meeting l...ess than an hour later and was astonished to discover that the fog had burned away, leaving a clear blue sky overhead.MoreLess
One of those civic organizations met in the early morning for breakfast. Going to a meeting one fall day, I walked downhill in fog so thick that I could barely see half a block in front of me. Being from the Arizona desert, I was totally unfamiliar with this phenomenon. Somehow I had always imagined that fog and rain went together. That particular morning, however, I came out of the meeting l...ess than an hour later and was astonished to discover that the fog had burned away, leaving a clear blue sky overhead.MoreLess
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