Pet Spotlight: Crider’s Kittens

About three weeks ago when I came back from my morning constitutional, I spotted what looked like a towel on the edge of the drainage ditch across the street from my house. I went over to take a look, and I saw that it was indeed a towel – with a tiny gray kitten crouched in its folds.     The kitten hissed when I reached to pick it up, but I could tell it didn’t mean it. Being an old softie at heart, I took both the kitten and the towel across the street to my house and started the adoption process. Mainly this meant giving the kitten a name. Since the movie Keanu had just opened, and since this kitten looked a lot like the one in the...

Author Work-Spaces: Crider, Benedict, Jance

Another in our continuing series of author work spaces, a little insight into where these fantastic author work their magic. As always, click on photos to see larger. Bill Crider: Much to my wife’s despair, neatness and order are not my most prominent virtues. She didn’t want to take this picture, but I promised her that nobody would ever see it. So let’s not mention it to her. She can be surprised if you publish it, and I’ll arrange to be elsewhere. Alaska, maybe.     Laura Benedict After I took this, I realized I have two dogs, two chairs, and two computers at my desk. Also, two screwdrivers in my pencil...